Fuller House Stephanie Tanner Novels & Stories

Because she hadn’t meant to say it aloud. Yet it was true. The house felt different now. There were missing chargers. Borrowed clothes. Arguments about food. Unexpected takeout deliveries. And somehow, she didn’t mind any of it. “We’re figuring things out.” Stephanie smiled. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said all week.” “Don’t get used to it.” “Too late.” Adrian watched both of them. A smile slowly appearing. Then he said quietly, “You know, Mrs. Carter asked about you.”

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

She stated sternly and had her hand showing me to the door that was just behind me. I felt like an Outcast because of how I was being treated but none of them mattered to me as much as the one standing on the stairs did. But when I looked up again, she was no longer in sight and I concluded she must've ran up the stairs or some place else while I had my eyes fixed on her mother who glared at me with so much contempt evident in her stare. Her Stepfather soon stepped in and after whispering softly to his wife's ears, he placed his hand gently on my shoulder and led me out of the house.

That feeling will go away once Mom moves in with my sister. "Hey." I slap the arm of the couch he’s on and that seems enough to bring him back to the present. His eyes find mine and he gives me a small smile that looks almost forced. "Hey. Did she answer?" "Yeah. Um– don’t think she wants to talk to me." I bite the inside of my left cheek as I settle on the second couch, and he nods. "That’s expected. Give her time. It’s not every day your stepfather divorces your mom and you’re moving out the next second. I’m sure she’s pretty shaken."

I muttered, weakly, feeling the words jagging out forcefully from my throat. My feet met the first step and the sensor lights came on, flashing on a sunkissed skin with long tanned legs, twenty steps ahead of me. “Alison.” I rolled my eyes. I promised she wouldn't stay, but I couldn't let her son sleep on the streets when we found out her last lover sold the house she inherited from her parents, cleared her bank account and made away with the money, only for her to find out months later that he was marrying someone else.

“Did you finish your homework?! Did you get good grades on your exams?! Looks like all that studying was wasted on you! Your stepmom even cooked and called you to eat, but you didn’t come out! Do we need to feed you like a baby?!” My face was on fire, and my ears were ringing. My ears, eyes, and scalp all throbbed with pain. I did not dare look up. I stared blankly at his slippers and whispered nervously, “I didn’t…” But I did not dare to explain myself. My whole body was shaking. “Didn’t what?! I’ve raised you all these years! Don’t I know exactly what kind of person you are?!” His voice rumbled like thunder and shook the room.

Her words felt like she was giving me hints. She’d sacrificed her own fun for this family, but she was doing too much. Even my StepDaddy that owned the company has an office at home but my mum buried herself in to work attending meetings here and there. She chased money so much that she forgot I needed her presence, my step daddy was more present in my life than my own mom. By evening the massive storm hit San Francisco hard, rain hammering the windows, thunder rumbling like my heartbeat. Sebastian poured himself whiskey in the living room, staring at the lightning. He looked restless. His marriage to Mom had become routine, no spark.

“Every morning, before coming to the office, she makes me coffee and leaves me breakfast. Even if I never asked her to do it. There’s always a note reminding me about my schedule. Every evening, before closing into her room, she leaves me dinner on the table, with a ‘Goodnight’ note attached. Brother, Stephanie cooks all the time and I don’t know where she finds the time to do it since she’s the first one to arrive in the office and the last one to leave. Then, on her day off, she cleans that apartment top to bottom. If I lose something, she knows where to find it. She is so annoying…” “Ok, so she’s efficient both at home and in the office. What’s wrong with this? I don't understand why are

Is Jake really serious about this place? I turn back to the marsh beyond the overgrown patch of flat land where the house used to sit. We’re supposed to be building a house to raise our future family in. This isn’t what I envisioned. I squint into the glare of the sun. Did I just see a man standing in the cemetery? * * * Tanner I unlock my front door and walk inside my craftsman style house in the outskirts of Hahnville. It’s quiet. It usually is when Bailey isn’t home. She works three-twelves in New Orleans right now, and won’t be home until sometime tomorrow.

I open it. "Stephanie. Oh my God. You're back!" I look at Stephanie Burnham. She is a beautiful woman. She has gotten taller, and her hair is long. She has long black straight hair. She always looked like a Halloween brat. I loved that about her. It was always weird to me that a prep like Brittany and a punk-like Steph were ever friends. I'm not sure how they came to be friends. But I know it has something to do with me.