Fuller House Stephanie Tanner Novels & Stories

"Good day to you all, I'm Stephanie Donovan, and this is Myles, my personal psychologist. I'm Tyler's mother, and I've come to collect him." The girls gasped. Tanya scoffed. "I can see why you need a personal shrink," she replied.

Tina never said a word and was apparently used to Stephanie's constant body contact with her. Deciding to talk a little more before they began their yoga, Stephanie placed her other hand on Tina's shoulder and guided her around the older woman's house. The tour was casual and unassuming. Tina went along and both women continued to chat contentedly. As they entered each room, Stephanie would point out various details, paintings, other artwork, and furniture that complemented the rooms. She discussed how she had chosen each item and what they meant to her. Tina was hanging on every word as she listened to her coach's explanations and descriptions. Tina seemed to have finally grown comfortable

Those I had risked my life to protect, the family I had once cherished above all, all of them had betrayed me. This time, I would not make the same mistake. Richard stepped forward. Each stride was deliberate. His towering shadow fell over me, enveloping me. The air around us seemed to freeze. He did not say a word. He swung his hand with full force, slamming a harsh slap across my face. The slap sent me staggering, my lip tearing open, and blood flooding my mouth with a bitter, metallic taste.

Before she could finish her tirade, a sudden, loud murmur rippled through the room. I turned around and saw a series of photos come vividly into view on the big screen. They were the naked photos that Stephanie had forcefully taken of me the night she slipped into my room. My blood froze at the sight. I opened my mouth to speak, but Stephanie's driver beat me to it and exclaimed loudly, "This bitch is Ms. Coleman's personal maid! She wormed her way into the family's good graces and convinced Mr. and Mrs. Coleman to adopt her!

She was pissed, extremely pissed to the point she imagined throwing her out of her house and dragging her by the foot to the gate. “I’m Shane’s girlfriend. Other than that, you should have seen me in TVs,” she gave her a funny look from head to toe. “…unless you haven’t seen a TV before since you don’t look like you could afford to even refurbish one. Well, I’m Stephanie Solis. Remember that name,” Stephanie said in a way Audrey found displeasing. ‘Oh, so this is what you actually looked like in person. You only have your singing voice and layered makeup,’ Audrey dissed her inside her mind.

she said, forcing a smile despite the knot in her stomach. The housekeeper nodded, relief washing over her face, and retreated down the hallway. Sylvia closed the door softly, resting her back against it for a moment. The walls felt like they were closing in around her. How could she face Stephan after what happened? The thought made her stomach churn. Taking a deep breath, she straightened up and walked out of her room. She needed to regain her composure. As she descended the stairs, each step echoed in the quiet house, amplifying her growing anxiety. When she reached the living room, she found it empty.

"Why would a respected professor assault someone like that? What, is she blind to her own condition?" "A compulsive gambler isn't a good person. The police should really investigate her." "This housekeeper is terrifying. No one will dare hire her again." "So this whole performance was just to scam money to pay off loan sharks?" Just as netizens were verbally tearing into the mother and daughter, the paternity test results came out. A staff member named Evan Brooks walked into the hall, holding the report. When he looked up and saw the nude photos, he awkwardly lowered his head.

Matthew said with a smile. Olivia knew that her new stepfather was just trying to lighten the mood and so she tried to wear a pleasant smile on her face as she replied, "I like it. The turkey is perfect, the meal is really nice," she replied. Hoping that she did sound brighter than she felt.

Fuller, the woman's tough attitude crumbled right then, her legs buckling before she fell on her knees. She felt a chill creeping up from her toes, extending throughout her body, as a terrible unease consumed her. Her lips trembling, all she could think about at that moment was leaving. "Please, Mr. Barnes… I really don't know why Mrs. Smith went into shock! It's not my fault!" Henry narrowed his eyes—he knew how important Mrs. Smith was to Tina, and this woman was still trying to argue her way out of this! How dare this woman try to kill Mrs. Smith! Furious, Henry strode up and kicked Mrs. Fuller. "Say that again, I dare you!"

I am the mistress of this house, yet I am sneaking through the dark like a thief. I reach the heavy black door at the end of the hall. I don’t even have to knock. It swings open before my hand can reach the wood. Ethan stands there. He hasn’t slept. He is still wearing his dress slacks, but his shirt is gone, revealing the brutal, muscular landscape of his torso. The room behind him is lit only by the glowing embers in the fireplace. "You’re three minutes late, Stepmother," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.