Fuller House Uncle Jesse Novels & Stories

The voice on the other end paused, muttering a small “Yes..” Aunt Mel stood in shock, then suddenly bounced in excitement, “Young master, where have you been?! Do you know how your parents live in panic every day? Do you know how your mother became sick? Please come back home—” “Aunt Mel—!” Jesse interrupted her nagging, his voice was loud and irritated which startled the auntie, then she realised she had been nagging too much and hadn't even asked him why he had called but jesse also didn't wait for her and ordered, “Give the phone to my mother!”

I insisted. "We haven't been friends for years for nothing, Ellie. I know you, and I know that you are lying right now because you're blinking rapidly, you are wiggling your toes, and you are looking everywhere except at me. So who is it? Your therapist?" I sighed, rubbing my temples. "My step-uncle," I finally said, closing my eyes tightly to push memories of him away. "Brother to your stepfather-to be?" I scoffed. "Well, dumbass, that's exactly what a step-uncle is," I snapped at her.

The man in black opened the door for Uncle Matthew, then smiled while nodding respectfully at me. I only returned it with a nod of my head. The black car drove away from my residence. I looked at it from a distance. "That uncle... is really very reliable." I let out a long breath. "He did it very quickly. Full of preparation." My forehead wrinkled in surprise. "I'm getting more and more curious. What exactly does he do?"

Neither would go over well. “Miss Sophia,” a man in a charcoal suit stepped into my path as I reached the doors. “Mr. Hartwell’s office is ready for you.” Of course. The will was the real reason I showed up in this funeral dress. Closure didn’t matter. Money did. I didn’t have enough left to pretend otherwise. I followed him into a sleek black car waiting at the curb, and twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a leather chair opposite my father's lawyer. A gray-haired, wrinkled bastard who looked like he belonged in a mafia movie.

Let’s meet in person to talk! Brad chimed in as well. [Exactly! Moving into a new place is such a happy occasion, and of course, we’ll bring house-warming gifts! How about this? Dinner is on me this time. What do you say?] I was stunned. Were these really my cousins? At the restaurant, we were halfway through dinner when my nephew, Leo Jackson, suddenly raised his glass. “Aunt Wendy, this toast is to you! I’ll empty mine first!” What was this about?

The stage was set for a confrontation that would shake the foundation of their family and expose long-buried secrets. George, like a snake lurking in the shadows, burned with jealousy over Charlotte's closeness to his uncle. Once, when Charlotte had been kind to him, he had found her dull and uninteresting compared to Eva. Now, he discovered that his uncle, who had never shown much interest in women, was involved with his former fiancée. An unsettling feeling crept into his heart. His uncle was too extraordinary, and no woman could resist his charm. And now, it was his uncle who took the initiative.

That was Demi, "you know, Jessa, if I liked you, I would have left Matilda for you a long time ago. But no matter how much you undress in front of me, I don't feel even the slightest desire for you, and it's because of your bad attitude!" "Now you know what kind of woman my niece is," that was Uncle Sandro, "so I hope you'll stop spreading rumors. Let this be a lesson to you! We may have been silent until now, but we've been acting legally. We didn't want it to come to this, but you forced us... you pushed us to take action against this nonsense." "Bu—but sir, please consider our contributions here on the farm!" Jessa said, clearly agitated. "We've helped and supported many people here!"

He roughly shook off Nyla's hand and snapped coldly, "Get lost." But Nyla clung to him like a piece of bad gum, blocking his view of me and shamelessly continuing her defense. "Mr. Fuller… Mr. Fuller, please calm down. This man is clearly just trying to con you. His injuries may look serious, but they're really nothing. I'll have the staff clean this up right away. Don't let him dirty your eyes!" "Are you deaf? Didn't I tell you to get lost?" Uncle Eric thundered. "If anything happens to my nephew, I won't spare any of you!"

Jason is standing in front of his uncle's door, surprised at the rude welcome he is receiving. Uncle Ivan looks like he is not taking care of himself, his face is unshaven and he smells like he has been drinking all day. Jason looks over to Jessica and hands her his car keys. "Can you wait in the car while we talk, I promise it won't take long." Jessica looks concerned, but she takes the keys from Jason and gets into the car. Uncle Ivan opens the door and lets Jason in, The house is dark and smells moldy, he signals Jason to have a seat, Jason is already frustrated by the way he and Jessica have been treated and have lost all patience. "Uncle Ivan, why did you call me here?"

I sauteed some vegetables and lunch was ready to be consumed. “This is a beautiful house.” Uncle Josh said as he sat at the dining table. “Modern yet rustic. Nathan has good taste, I must admit.” “Yeah. When I first saw this house, I fell in love.” I smiled. “How is everything?” Uncle Josh asked while cutting the steak. “Good,” the question wasn’t what I expected; however, it was the question that he asked me every time we met. However, today, after the doctor’s appointment, I wasn’t sure about something in my life.