Fuller House Stephanie Tanner Novels & Stories

But today was different, I had chosen to walk away from Nathan, to stop giving him the attention he threw away. I had no idea how long I had walked, but by the time I looked up, I was before the white building I called home. Skye, our golden retriever, booed and burst through the front door, wagging her tail, like she could sense my heavy heart. I crouched before her as she barked small, leaping all over me. Then I looked up, the sound of sawing against wood reached me. My stepfather stood there, his hard muscles flexing as he moved the saw up and down, his thick body covered in nothing but a light apron across his chest, and hanging on his neck. Sweat trickling down the hard ridges of his c

The room was silent, almost too still, but I knew there was nothing peaceful in this moment. Stephanie broke the silence with a soft chuckle, like this was all some big joke. “You know, Audrey, I don’t regret any of it. Not one single thing.” She tilted her head, and her expression softened mockingly, like she was playing some sympathetic role. “I only wanted us to be a family, to live as one.” I glared at her, feeling my anger surge. “Don’t give me that ‘family’ talk, Stephanie. I know exactly what you’re doing. I know you’ve been making my dad sick, poisoning him just to get your way.”

With nowhere else to go I walk over to the door and open it. Inside I can see Brittany screaming laying on the floor with the smiling figure standing over her, looking directly into my eyes. The door slams shut as it moves away creating a gap between me and the door. I run to the door as I struggle to open it. I finally get it open, as I enter the door closes behind me as I stand in a dark giant house with nothing but a door all around. I look around not knowing what could happen next. I can feel the fear creeping up my spine. “Where the hell am I?”

I laughed when it dawned on me that it was her talks and clatters that loudened the place before. "When she likes people, she talks too much." Tanner said as he poured himself a wine. "Really?" "Yes. You should see her with Rhoda. She doesn't say a word and only glares." Tanner remarked reluctantly. Excitement rippled through me at the knowledge that his housekeeper likes me....even more than she likes Rhoda. The thought of the woman that pesters Tann reminded me of Todd. I dragged my eyes from the television and stared at Tann. I swallowed tightly. I really want to tell him about Todd but as I opened my mouth, the words logged there and refused to make it out.

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar

I mused, hanging up. “I tried to stop her, ma'am. But she insisted on seeing you.” The young lady said, sounding frustrated. I can feel a headache making its way to my poor head. “I am sorry for the inconvenience. You can leave her with me. Thanks, dear.” Stephanie hissed in contempt as she sneered at the poor girl. She struts in, acting like she rules the entire universe. Her eyes landed on the chocolate box, and she cackled. “I see you are living your best life now. Must feel good leaving your family on the edge while you enjoy.”

I gave my name at the gate and the security guard waved me through without question. Stephanie's house was massive. Not quite as large as Mom and Richard's place, but close. Spanish colonial style with a circular driveway and a fountain. I parked and stared up at it, suddenly feeling underdressed in jeans and a sweater. Before I could second-guess this entire plan, the front door flew open and Stephanie bounded out, wearing paint-splattered overalls and a grin. "You're here! Come in, come in. Don't worry about your shoes or anything. The entryway tile is like, impossible to stain."

“Stephan, take out the trash.” The large male who stepped from the corner had a shaven head and a scar bisecting one eye. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed the cowering woman and threw her over his shoulder. “Please, Ms. Reacher!” The woman begged, tears streaming down her face as Stephan strode out of the room, “I have a family. Please, I can fix it. Please…” Her pleas echoed as Stephan slammed the door behind him, bouncing up the stair well, growing fainter with each passing second as Stephan exited the building.

It was going to be pretty lively with her living here now. "Excuses," she murmured. "You aren't the only one who lives here," Tina dismissed with a shrug. “And the lady of the house says I can stay, so I am staying." She was acting like a clinging child, but I couldn't be mad at her. She was suffering from heartbreak, and yet she was still being so supportive to me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stephen insisted that I work from home. No matter what I said, it couldn't change his mind. So instead of trying to push him, I just agreed.

I’d come home in the ungodly hours with a female plenty of times. Steph whispered, “Wow,” as I closed and locked the doors, looking around like she’d entered an ancient castle. “Passed through the generations,” I said. “Come on, the bathroom’s upstairs.” We made it halfway up before she gasped softly. I twisted to look at her. And hated that my heart skipped a beat at the wide-eyed wonder in her eyes. “I’m Stephanie, by the way. Stephanie Channer.” The corner of my mouth tugged into a smirk. She had no idea.