John Stamos As Uncle Jesse Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t expecting visitors.” Ignoring Uncle Jaime’s attempts at humor, Cole approached him, his expression serious. “We need your help, uncle,” he said bluntly. Uncle Jaime’s laughter echoed through the room, mingling with the smoke from his cigarette. “You come crawling back to me now, after all these years,” he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. “How convenient.” Jules and Ricky exchanged frustrated glances, their patience wearing thin. “Maybe you deserve to be alone,” Jules muttered under his breath.

Everyone was having a blast on the yacht for Valentine’s Day when my boyfriend, Ethan Hayes, asked me to go tell his uncle I fancied him. “Go on, tell him. You’re a lucky girl if he actually takes a liking to you! Next time we meet, I might even have to call you auntie!” Vivian Lawrence, his childhood sweetheart, was by my boyfriend’s side, smiling triumphantly. Just a few minutes ago, they had shared a glass of cocktail. I clutched the watch in my pocket—bought with two months of my savings to make peace—my heart riddled with holes. Suddenly, a line of live comment lit up before my eyes: “I’m sick of this jerk. Girl, go for the uncle. He’s the real big shot. He’s fancied you for a long time

I snatch my arm back before collecting my coffee and sitting as close to Tee as I can get. Within minutes, Carter is making the other three coffees. They are all spread out, with Carter sitting between my legs on the floor. JT is next to me, and Jensen is on his other side. Tee’s phone buzzes before the conversation can begin. He showed me the text from Uncle Jax saying he was arriving after nine this morning. He sends a picture of himself stretched out on a couch in a private jet. I tell Tee we can go pick him up after we drop my demon spawn off at school.

I shook my head motioning my answer of a no, watching as the brightly lit diner came into view up ahead. “Come on you must be hungry kid” he prodded eagerly. “I’m tired” I shot the idea down causing my uncle to send me a weak smile “Maybe another night? it’s been a long travel you know with the flights and the two-hour drive” I added feeling the guilt for such a snappy retort on my end. “Sure, thing kid, straight home it is” he glanced a smile at me. Uncle Jesse was a handsome man with a square shaped face you know the ones? angular, sharp and masculine. Yeah, that was Uncle Jesse add a small stubbled beard and a combover of full brunette hair and that was him.

Jessica stared at the person beside her father. Wasn't that Uncle Lincoln, the head of her father's laboratory company? Why was he with her father? She looked at her father and it looked like he was a little pale. Was something wrong? And why would this man come to their house? She remembered her father having a heated argument with him some months back. "Jessy, won't you say hi to your uncle?" Mr Graves said to his stupefied daughter. "Hi, Uncle Lincoln!" Jessica said, dryly. There was something odd about this man that Jessica doesn't like but his father seems to trust him so much.

“I don’t want to be near a witch for the rest of the week.” I stepped out of the playroom designed for Rue Rue and Ginny and descended to the living room. Sam lied on the couch, asleep while Jess tended to the babbling babies, watching a family series on the television. “Is everything okay? I heard yelling.” “Jess, I think we have a bigger problem.” I laced my fingers together, taking in a deep breath, “So, my uncle might have broken out of jail.” She gasped, placing a hand over her mouth. “We are talking about the homicidal uncle who has an obsession with Achilleas, right?”

To have their rest and wait for Justin to finish his surgery, they stayed at the huge private suite. Zack's friends remained nervous around the five men and with his father. They all looked scary serious, giving them the creeps. Especially for witnessing the way they snap necks earlier at school. Even Zack's papa has a dark chilling aura around him. "These are my uncles, uncle Max, uncle Dex, uncle Lucas, uncle Vasti and uncle Zen, they are my dada's friends" Zack introduced his father's friends.

“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.”

Misha asks. “That there's going to be a counterbalance. I'll have grandchildren. It means a future for this family, Misha,” my uncle answered. I really wish Justin was more like my uncle, if he were I might actually like him. Justin shakes his head, “I don't want that. I'm fucking not like Damon!” “Thank the gods for that!” Justin sneers, “Go to hell, fucker!”

“I missed you terribly, uncle.” Josie looked over the man named Benjamin, noting his figure and aura that didn’t seem like a normal civilian. Hearing that he was Shawn’s uncle, she felt at peace but suddenly worried as the elder man’s eyes that laid on her was so sharp that it could cut her.