Fuller House Stephanie Tanner Novels & Stories

“Well, I called everyone together to celebrate our victory in saving Mountain View Pack just in time, before the rogues could reach them. I couldn’t let the day pass without acknowledging the effort it took. It’s a victory worth celebrating.” Applause rippled through the room, but Tyler wasn’t finished. He raised a hand to quiet the crowd, his gaze locking onto mine. My stomach twisted as I realized where this was going. “But,” he continued, “none of it would’ve been possible without my little sister, Stephanie.” The room fell silent. All eyes were on me again, and I suddenly felt self-conscious in my simple gown. “Stephanie has been a blessing to this family,” Tyler said as he started ascen

Did she feel she deserved to provide a life for my daughter without my interference? What kind of apartment is she renting in Alabama? I bet it's cheap. "Why are you looking at this house? I won't give it to you if you want to buy it," she said curtly. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, she walked to the balcony and opened the sliding door. It was cramped, yes; she was probably suffocating from facing me. I took off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt three times. I passed her, who continued to stare at me. I sat on the sofa bed, rolling up my sleeves.

Stephanie’s voice floated through. “Yes, come in,” I called out. Stephanie opened the door, smiling warmly. “Good day, ma’am.” She nodded politely at Miriam. “Good day, ma’am. You’re welcome.” I grinned. “Miriam, this is Stephanie, the only lovely soul in this house. The one I love the most right now and the only person in this house who doesn’t make me want to pull my hair out.” “Wow. And here I thought I was your favorite.” Miriam gushed.

I slammed my fist onto the table, barely able to contain my rage. “There’s nothing I can do, Henry; he married Sol. Besides, your stepmother is a good person—” "Even you, uncle? You fell for the act of that gold-digging maid my father married?!" Uncle Roberto sighed and slowly adjusted his glasses, trying to calm me down. "Henry, calm down. Solana is kind. Yes, she used to be a maid here, but she’s a good girl. She took care of your father, and—”

There was no other way to leave the apartment, it was a two-storey building and she stayed at the top floor. “Go to the room honey and don't come. out unless I tell you to.” She gave her a gentle push and as soon as Kayla left, Stephanie took out the baseball bat she had bought to protect herself in case of intruders. She never thought it would come in handy, the door squeaked as she opened it. “What do you want from me” “We need to talk, Stephanie. I think you got everything wrong.” After a moment of thought she allowed her in. “You have just 5 minutes to say whatever you have to say, Dr. Zita.”

“Castiel needs Tanner just as much as I need you. And you know that.” Stephan’s eyes flicked to the house again, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I just don’t want things to blow up, Damien. You finally found the happiness that you deserve.” “I know,” I said, my voice softening. “But this time, I’m here to help Castiel understand what is going on. I’m not going to let him shut himself off. We’ll handle it, together.” Stephan didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t argue. He just nodded slowly, his eyes scanning the yard as if waiting for something else to happen. “Alright. But you better be prepared for the confrontation. You’ve got some explaining to do and he’s not going to like it.”

A four-poster bed was dressed in pale gold silk while a chandelier hung from the centre of the ceiling, casting little rainbows across the walls. It didn’t feel like comfort. It felt like a museum. It felt weird. I crossed to the window and gripped the sill, staring out at the carefully manicured gardens below. So much green, so much space, but it still felt suffocating. “Your step-mom doesn’t like me,” I said finally, not turning around. “She looked at me like I was nothing.” Salvatore came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He turned me gently until I was facing him.

“Don’t even look at her.” He blinked, raising both hands. “Damn, chill. I didn’t know she was one of the off-limits ones.” “She’s… someone’s stepsister,” I growled, correcting myself before the truth bled out. My feet were already moving. She hadn’t seen me yet. Good. I needed a second to remember how to breathe. Ariana. Looking like a fucking fantasy. My hands itched to drag her out of this house and bend her over the first flat surface I could find.

Thomas would always say to everyone It's her house; I am lucky to live here. Stephanie ran the house, set up the rules, and raised the kids as she saw fit. Thomas would work and come home to be Stephanie's backup. As Alexandra grew up, she fought with Stephanie over how Alexandra looked. She couldn't help; she would grow to be six feet tall, but Stephanie would get on her about weight, how she was too big and fat, how she needed to quit eating so much, or she needed to eat healthily.

As she steps aside for Derrick to come in, he can't help but question; "Is it meant to rain today or do you guys have plumbing issues? " However, she simply giggles in reply and totally ignores the question. Once they are seated, she changes the topic; "What will you like to eat? " "Ah, water will do just fine." He replies. "Okay then, " She says with a smile before rising up and heading to the kitchen. Once Derrick is left alone, he begins to survey the house with his eyes. The mansion is very neat and well kept 'Lisa must really work her fingers to the bone to keep this place clean' he thinks to him self.