Fuller House Uncle Jesse Novels & Stories

We were the ones trespassing. I thought he would turn and leave. But to my shock, he didn't. Instead, Johnson straightened, pretending not to show any atom of fear, masking it with arrogance like he always did. I prayed for the rogue who had seen us to be anyone but Johnson's uncle. But when he finally stepped forward from the shadows, my breath hitched. It was him. Duncan. "My mate fell down the cliff by mistake, we'll be leaving soon,” Johnson said to him before turning toward me, trying to command me with just his gaze to follow him.

And WORST of all… he's Conrad’s uncle! But… Why is he wet?

"I know... I know all of that... but, I can’t lose anyone else in my life, Gavin. Jesse isn’t just my friend from uni… he’s family. If I can save him, then I will." "Aiden..." "You all know that if I were in his shoes, he'd do same for me... That's how much he values me too." Jessica placed a hand over her other hand, trying not to panic. She knew how stubborn her son could be once he set his mind to something. Meanwhile, Mandy’s face had already grown pale. His uncle finally spoke after a long pause, “If you’re this determined… then promise me one thing, Aiden." "What’s that, Uncle?" Aiden asked.

When she woke up, she saw that it was already dark outside through the gap between the curtains. She sat up and opened the bathroom door. Alex, who was wearing a bathrobe and wiping his hair, walked out. "You're awake?" "How is Uncle? Is Auntie there alone? Why didn't you stay there to take care of him?" Jessie got up and went to get the dryer for him. "Third Uncle's family is in the hospital." "Then you should also stay in the hospital to take care of uncle." Jessie turned on the hairdryer and prepared to help him blow his hair.

“Daddy in heaven.” Giselle smiled faintly, though her eyes glistened. “Good. Keep answering like that, alright?” Gesha nodded. “Yes, Mommy.” The car began driving out of the parking lot. But halfway out, Gesha spoke softly, “Mommy… that Uncle said he has a son, the same age as Gesha.” Giselle gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I see.” “That Uncle looked sad, Mommy,” Gesha continued. “Gesha doesn’t know why.”

One evening he came back home looking disheveled, I have always known him to look his best at all times. "She dumped me." I heard my uncle say. I did not know what to do with such information so I said nothing. "I think something is wrong with me. I….with Jessie I don't seem capable of getting it up." My uncle continued to rant and suddenly he wept into his hands, I was dumbfounded, I'd never seen an adult cry and my uncle was the toughest man I knew. After a while, he stopped crying and laughed weirdly. I knew the demon was pretending. I hated the way he was looking at me, his eyes seemed to roam all over my body. I turned to leave his presence, afraid of what he might do to me.

When she was inside, I handed my briefcase to my uncle and climbed up. When we were all inside, his uncle closed the door. "I'm Jethro. I'm your aunt Claire's friend and Heath's uncle." My uncle introduces himself, extending his hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, sir!" She accepted his handshake. "Just call me Jethro," he said. "Uncle Jethro is better," she said. "And the man behind the wheel is our first officer, Wendell Clarke," Jethro told them. "Nice to meet you both," he said, waving his hand.

“Josie, our Baby Zetty is so sensible and kind. She won’t hold a grudge against her uncle over this small matter.” Josie was so anxious that tears were almost slipping out of her eyes. “Why are you being so stubborn?” Jay chimed in leisurely, “Josephine, a man’s career is important too. Just let him go.” Josie had always been obedient to Jay, so she no longer said anything else. Zayne secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Jay turned his head and ordered Jenson, “It’s the dead of night, Jens. Your uncle is timid. If he encounters any sort of cat devils, you should help him out.”

"Uncle, you're like my own father. You've taken such good care of me all these years. I want you to come with me, to be part of my family." He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded slowly. "All right, Noella. Suppose that's what you want. But I'm worried that this house we live in now will fall into disrepair if it's not lived in. Who will take care of it?" I smiled and grasped his hand tighter. "That's a small matter, Uncle. I'll make sure this house is maintained. You don't have to worry. this tonight, I will visit your house to thank you."

Jesse’s about to counter, to refuse to the ends of him, but Uncle Roger interrupts. “A-hem,” Roger says with deliberate emphasis, turning towards Jesse and gesturing towards the empty spot at the front of the line. “And where is my eldest, my pride, my heir and my joy?” Jesse squeaks and sits up straight, pressing a hand to his chest. “Dad, I am a grown up now. You cannot expect me to line up with the ducklings, I –“