Uncle Jesse Full House Novels & Stories

“Your husband already paid ma’am.” Jess stood, too stunned to speak. Gavin’s hurt expression flashed through her mind and a lump formed in her chest, bringing tears welled up her eyes. “Is everything alright, dear?” Uncle Sam’s voice broke her thoughts. “Yes uncle,” she answered quickly, wiping the tears that had bean to fall. Uncle Sam nodded even though he didn’t believe her. Offering her a bottle of water, he said, “You look pale, Jess. I will take care of her, you go back home and rest.”

Why doesn't he go for training these days? Jesse and Marcus burst in. They look so excited. "Did you watch the game!" They ask Trent loudly. Trent nods. "We beat Arsenal!" Jesse shrieks and starts dancing around the living room. "3-0!!!" "It's 3-1," Trent corrects. Jesse rolls his eyes. "It's almost zero! We should go out man! You know! To Party! We have come to pick you up." Jesse is a party-holic.

Ulrich Drummond pulled the curtain open and gave Kelley and Mason a smile. “How big is your family exactly?” Mason smiled as Kelley pulled his shoes on. “Why?” “Well, you have thirteen brothers in the waiting room and an uncle.” “We don’t have a tv at home.” Mason’s laugh reverberated through the room and even Ulrich chuckled as Kelley’s expression remained stoic. “Your uncle, though, wouldn’t take no for an answer, he’s right outside, a Jesse Owens.”

Richard sighed and said quietly, "Your uncle's termination of the agreement with Builders Property is a warning to you to stop acting recklessly." "Grandpa, what should we do now?" Clark asked. He believed that obtaining the Sumner Group was essential to compete with Damon. After a brief silence, Richard seemed to make a decision. "Call your uncle and tell him I can reveal the truth and help him regain his memories. He needs to come back." Clark hesitated. "But the doctor who hypnotized him is..." "You don't need to worry about that. I have my ways," Richard replied. Clark didn't press further and dialed Damon's number.

Hart patted her back gently to calm her down, “Don't think about it anymore. Thinking about it will make you angry.” After calming his wife, he turned to his most proud son and shook his head, "Don't talk about your younger brother for now. That boy has gotten bolder and has turned into something else.” He said, then picked up his spoon again. Jesse sat there in confusion, he looked at his family cold and indifferent faces when they talked about Evans. His lips twitched, but then his face turned solemn and sad as he pursed his lips, though he didn't say a word, the aura around him changed and the usual joyful light dim making people who were around him feel suffocated.

“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?”

"For one night. If you can make me forget my husband and my sister exist until morning the money is yours before we leave this bar." He looked at me with an expression I couldn't fully read. Then he lifted his glass and took a slow sip and set it back down. "Five thousand?" he repeated, smirking slightly. "Is that too low?" I asked. "I can go higher. I just need to know what forgetting costs these days." "It's not about the amount." "Then what is it about?" His eyes stayed on mine. "It's about why a woman who just caught her husband cheating walks into a club and propositions a stranger instead of going home and crying."

" What if I tell my uncle that we are both dating? " She scoffed and bitter anger surged through her and she rolled her eyes ."Is that the best you can come up with?" And how about I tell your uncle that you have been embezzling funds from his company." she threatened back and watched his eyes narrowed into a slit in fear. He stepped back a little and she smiled ." How about you start calling me Auntie now?" He was already turning red about to say something when Rafael came . "I can see you both are getting to know each other?"

He tossed them across the table, landing them right in front of Alex, Steve, and Uncle Jesse. "You might want to take a closer look at these." Steve and Uncle Jesse exchanged uneasy glances before picking up the papers. The moment Uncle Jesse’s eyes scanned the words on the page, his face turned deathly pale. His fingers gripped the paper so tightly that it began to roughen quickly. "What the hell is this?" Uncle Jesse barked. Nathan leaned forward, resting his hands on the polished wooden table. His voice was calm but held a dangerous edge. "That, dear Uncle, is proof that you and Steve had no shares to sell."