Todos los capítulos de Till Time Do Us Part: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Gray Stewart suddenly felt a shiver down her spine and found herself lying in a fetal position on her bed as she thought of her fight with Undertaker who was responsible for most of the injuries and bruises she got. And even as she dreaded remembering that event again, her rebel mind didn’t listen and did its own playback. This was the time after she made a declaration. She looked down on Fakey and Tentacle’s immobilized body. She took the two knives beside them then she slowly walked to the center aisle, right across the door where Undertaker stood. “Sir!” she called out to him. “How about a tasty one-on-one match?” She held one finger up over her face. “How about it?” She halted at the center of the aisle, right across Undertaker on the other side of the room. She stood at attention like a soldier and clasped both hands behind her with the knives. She was aiming to look as docile as possible. “Would you heed my request?” she slightly tilted her head. “Sir?” Truth be told, her legs

As soon as Gray Stewart left the apartment, Azriel put the wok down on the counter and pulled a chair from the dining table and sat down. He reached for his phone that was on the table. On the other hand, the little girl was looking at him with confusion plastered on her face. “What are you doing?” she asked him. “I thought you’re cooking?” He shot her a quick glance, then brought his eyes back to the screen of his phone. Then he brought his phone up to his ear. After a few seconds of staring into space, he finally spoke. “Get me,” he said to his phone and then pulled it away his ear as he pressed the screen, perhaps to end the call. Witnessing this, she couldn’t help but sigh. “So, now that your beloved sister is out of the apartment, there’s no use in cooking something she’ll probably won’t eat, huh?” He scowled at her. “‘Beloved sister’?” He sneered. “What preposterous claim is that?” She grabbed the wok and put it back in the cabinet under the counter. “Then why are you sudde

“Hey!” Jeffrey Williams called. He had deep blue eyes, thick dark brows, pomegranate lips and pinchable cheeks, and his black hair was neatly tended. Even as a child, anyone can tell he would grow up to be quite an attractive man. He was a little taller than Zia and by the way he speaks eloquently for a child, she guessed he’s about 6 or 7 years of age. Just a tad bit older than little Sophia’s supposed age for her appearance. He wore a maroon turtleneck and black slacks paired with black oxfords, and a gray plaid overcoat completed his fashion. And although his sharp style didn’t scream his wealth, his Paul Newman Rolex Daytona watch was practically a punch in the face. The price of his watch could easily buy a house and lot in the state. And for an author who researches random stuff over the internet, Zia knew this fact. “Hey!” Zia was pulled back to her senses with his shout. “I told you to identify yourself yet all you did was stand there tight-lipped with eyes that dare apprai

“E-edward?” stammered Zia Scott when her eyes met with Edward’s bemused facial expression. His eyes swiveled in between the two kids in front of him, then he turned to Zia. “Is he your friend?” He approached them in the kitchen. “What happened to him? Why is he crying?” She fiddled with her thumbs as her lips would go back from closing themselves to parting again, contemplating on what right words to say so she wouldn’t look bad in front of her fiance—not that Edward knew it was Zia he was talking to and not Sophia. He turned to the little boy sobbing across from Zia. “Are you okay?” he said delicately. Instead of answering, Jeffrey merely glared at him then stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door hard behind him. Edward glanced at Zia, bewilderment flitting across his features. “Who was that boy?” “Uhh..” In order to avoid making contact with his eyes, Zia kept herself preoccupied with transferring the mashed potatoes in a serving bowl. “He came here looking for Azriel b

Gray Stewart casted her trembling eyes at the man who also bore the same expression as her—just as stupefied. After meeting her eye-to-eye and seeing her pained expression, the man lowered his gaze and finally noticed his hand still gripping on the hilt of the knife impaled on her stomach. Although the oozing blood was not apparent through her black buttoned shirt, when the warm blood touched and imprinted itself on the edge of the man’s gripping hand, it made him let go in trepidation. He finally realized what he had done. “I…I…” the man cried, his wobbly legs slowly stepping back. Gray, on the other hand, just followed him with the orbs of her eyes, her mouth gaping in unutterable pain. Unable to notice the rock behind the man, he tripped over it and fell down as he continuously stepped back. “I-it’s not my fault!” he barked as he crawled his way out of their sight. Belinda, who was hiding herself behind Gray, finally spoke. “God,” she sighed. “That was really scary just now.” S