Spencer Face Reveal Novels & Stories

Spencer approached him, his presence commanding. “Do you know who I am?” Spencer asked, his voice cold and detached. Chase shook his head, confusion etched on his face. “Well, hello to you too. What the hell do you think you are doing? No I don’t know who you are, who are you again?” Chase said, sneering. Spencer’s smile was a thin-lipped gesture. “I am Spencer Thompson. And you, Chase, are a dead man walking.” Chase’s eyes widened in terror as Spencer’s men drew closer and grabbed him tight by his pants. “What do you want?” he stammered.

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)

"You're the girl— are you fucking serious, Kiel?" "They saw her face," the man answered snipely. Jana look back only to see the man's hood slipping back to reveal a part of his cheek. It was... Spencer's face. 'Why is he here?!' "You— are you a traitor too, huh? Are you on Denise's side too?!" Kiel tapped Jana's mouth. Her words became muffled but Spencer caught on it directly. He apologetically said, "Let's talk about that when we're both safe, okay?"

So maybe the list of suspects had been narrowed down after all. Leila’s phone buzzed as she walked back to her truck. It was a text from Zenia. She had arrived at Spencer’s and even sent a pic of herself with the guy. Spencer was cute, in a nerdy way. He had dark hair in a short cut, mocha colored skin, black wire glasses, the five o clock shadow, and the bulge of muscles peeking out from his NASA t-shirt. Zenia was smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. And she confessed she wanted to taste Spenser as he looked good enough to eat.

When I was done I stepped back to admire everything I had just finished and it was looking good. I cleaned up the table top and took out the trash so I could shower and wait for Spencer, it was about time he got back from work. I finished up and went up to freshen up and wait for Spencer. Immediately I stepped out of my room I heard the front door unlock, I rushed down the stairs and was now face to face with Spencer. We both stood there without saying a word until Spencer smirked making me confused, was there something on my face, my hand shot up to check and Spencer erupted into a fit of laughter, I felt my face heat up making me embarrassed.

Spencer's face was deceptively disarming. He was still extremely handsome, even with the fresh bruises from his fight with Zane. If anything, the injuries just added a hint of rugged charm to his handsome features. Felicia's anger deflated the moment she saw him. Her fierce expression melted into a blush, like a shy schoolgirl. She lowered her fist from the door, smoothed her uniform, and put on a pitiful look. "Who are you? Do you know the woman in there?"

For a second, something flickered across Spencer’s face. Not pity. Not sympathy. Understanding. Then unexpectedly, he smiled. A small smile. The kind that suggested he knew something I didn’t. “What?” I asked sharply. “You don’t have to.” I stared at him. “What does that even mean?” His smile widened slightly. “You don’t have to handle it.” Confusion replaced some of the panic. “What are you talking about?” Without answering, Spencer reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his phone. A few taps later, he turned the screen toward me.

Spencer looks pissed off. “Alfred! Don't spread rumors.” “Alfred, don't be afraid and tell me the truth.” And that's how I came to learn something new and refreshing about Spencer. Apparently, he was too fascinated by the drag queens in his childhood. He admired them so much that he tried applying make-up once but ended up looking like a failed art experiment. His family had a good time doing a photoshoot with him. Spencer looks absolutely pissed off as Alfred outs his vulnerable past so easily.

“Come on in.” He returned to see Spencer sitting in the chair, facing the door. The smirk on his face wasn’t friendly. He hadn’t changed that much since the last time he saw him. He was taller and his hair a little longer. The dark strands were curly and bangs in his eyes. He tossed them away, revealing his own dark circles.

She's less of a wife and more of an accessory to take bullets and clean up his image. [Remember that car incident? Didn't Mrs. Spencer explain that away too? Who knows if that was even Mrs. Spencer? Temporary tattoos exist, you know.] [His ugly true face was exposed at the art exhibition, humiliating his own wife for another woman. Is this the love that Spencer Corporation has been marketing?] [Just watch, we're all familiar with Spencer Corporation's routine by now. Next Mrs. Spencer will come out to apologize, right? Can't they try something new?] Mocking comments flooded the internet as Larry's playboy news resurfaced.