Novel & Cerita Fuller House Uncle Jesse

“I believe everything will become clearer once we proceed with the reading of the will and testament.” Ares gave a small nod and took the last empty seat at the long table, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he sat. He moved with the kind of calm confidence that only made the rest of us look more rattled. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I searched his face for any resemblance to Derek — the same strong jaw, maybe, or the shape of the eyes — but it wasn’t obvious. If he was telling the truth, that would make him Derek’s uncle. Yet he didn’t look old enough. Maybe four years older than Derek at most. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that same quiet intensity, but softer around the edges somehow.

He turned ghastly pale, completely terrified that she might have already left. "I thought you two were together?" Levi chimed in, taking a drag off his cigarette. "She told us she's coming inside to look for you." "Fuck." Jesse muttered, snapping his eyes shut and placing his palm on his forehead. "Dude, what's the matter?" Isaac asked, highly concerned with how their friend seemed to be so highly strung. "I gotta go," he turned around in such a hurry. "Jesse! Uncle Joel's banquet is about to start!" Nat hollered and called him out. Though he was already gone inside, not taking a glance back.

I watch as she settles in, noting how her posture relaxes. “I’ve been doing very well, Luna,” she replies with a gentle smile Mom takes Jess’s hand in a gesture of genuine affection. “I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart. Guess what? I had the housekeeper prepare all your favorite meals.” I sit down next to Jess, casually crossing my legs with my arm resting on the back of the sofa behind her, eyes scanning the room as I ask, “Is my uncle here yet?” Mother looks up at me. “Yes, he’s speaking to your grandmother at the court. I wonder what is so important that you had to ask all of us to be present, Al. Something you want to tell me?”

I replied, which was immediately cut off by Jensen’s words. “To find out about me and Jessie. Am I right, Uncle?” he asked with a smile. “Jensen, it’s rude to interrupt someone else words,” Piper exclaimed. “It’s okay, Piper. Yes, you’re right. Would you mind waiting just a moment until we figure everything out?” I answered. “Yes, uncle. Then I’ll go back to my bedroom. Good night, Uncle.” Then he left our presence. I exhaled a quiet breath, even though I wanted to hug him.

~ODETTE At first, my heart sank. I took in a shaky breath. Thoughts ran through my mind. The demon Uncle had finally revealed his true nature and I could lose my life if I made the wrong move. I released another shaky breath as I felt my wolf stir with a feeling I could not understand. Was it excitement? I pushed it aside and locked my eyes with his. His crimson eyes glowed even brighter as if he could see that I was daring him. Then I smiled.

She tried to calm herself down, taking a deep breath and reminding herself to stay collected when faced with an unscrupulous person. ["Little uncle."] Eliza felt very uncomfortable when she heard her own coquettish voice. But she resisted her abhorrence and persisted in pleasing Frederick: ["Little uncle, a great man rarely stoops to pettiness or complains about past mistakes, don't argue about it with your junior."] She emphasized the word 'junior'. ["Oh? Are there any juniors who would sleep with their seniors?"] Eliza could not answer this question because it was a fact! 'Bear it, I have to bear it.' she thought.

As expected. "Come on, let’s go. I’ll show Jess to her room," Jonathan interjected, breaking the moment. I swallowed hard and nodded, trailing behind him. "I get a big, beautiful room too?!" Jessica exclaimed happily as we entered her room. "What do you say to Uncle Jo?" I asked her. "Thank you so much, Uncle Jo!" she said, turning to Jonathan. He smiled and knelt down to her eye level. "Anything for you, Jess. Let me know if you need anything, okay?" he said gently. She nodded in reply.

I was still trying to decide if I should tell her that Issa and I were now beyond uncle or niece but the sound of a vehicle interrupted our discussion. Jamal was quick to get on his feet and headed towards the door. “You both stay back,” He ordered. I heard the car door open and slam shut. “Who is it?” Lana whispered. I shrugged. Then Jamal walked in with Iris behind him and my stomach churned. She was clad in a sexy but elegant business dress suit and the heels on her feet were high. She looked around the house like she owned it until her eyes fell on me and Lana. “Where is your uncle, Yulia,” She asked and I could feel her cold voice wash over me.

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?