Uncle Jesse Full House Novels & Stories

he confessed. “You're crazy,” I said, and we both laughed. “Can I ask for a favor?” “Anything?” “Please don't tell Clinton where I am, please.” “Don't worry, I won't meddle in your issues. I cannot believe I'm saying this, but my uncle loves you, Jess, you changed him, he was never a family person he changed for you. I know whatever he did hurt you, but please find a way to talk it out with him.”

And for the first time, he wasn’t searching for justification. Morning arrived with pale light. James returned home early and prepared breakfast for Ethan. The boy ate slowly, occasionally glancing up at his father as if to make sure he was really there. “Papa,” Ethan said suddenly. “Are you mad at Uncle Harry?” James paused. He knelt so they were eye level. “No,” he said honestly. “Papa and Uncle just need to talk.” “Uncle is good,” Ethan said simply. “He bought ice cream.” James gave a faint smile. “Yes. He is.”

She’s probably here to say something that’ll just ruin my mood. Kiera smiled, her eyes sparkling as she gestured with her hands. “I have good news, Frank.” The words caught his attention. Slowly, he looked up, searching her face. She wasn’t known for “good news”—not for him, anyway. “What’s the good news, Mom?” he asked, genuinely curious, a little wary. Kiera’s smile widened. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, looking almost pleased with herself. “I spoke with your uncle Zach early this morning,” she began. “After a long time, I finally heard something positive.”

she cries grabbing onto his shirt, but Jessie just takes a look to me in one swift movement he moves Rachel to look in my direction. "You see that girl over there, you took her away from her family when she was a baby, imagine how scared that little girl was, all because you wanted me to spend more time with Justin," Jessie says, she tried to look away but he forced her to look at me, I felt so uncomfortable that I looked to the floor "I'm her uncle, it was my job to look after her and it still is, so you being as far away from here will help me do that," he says pushing her over to the guards.

I frown feeling a mixture of frustrated and disheartened at Jase's behavior. I understand his feelings. I feel scared for him and the others every time one of them gets hurt. For crying out loud I had to resuscitate Arson on the operating table! "Sure. I'll have Tee mix some up for you, sweet pea." He makes a distinct whistle that has Uncle Tee looking up to find him. He makes some hand gestures that have Tee nodding. He then grabs a syringe and heads to the kitchen. I love how in sync my uncle's family is with one another. Then again so are my guys as I watch Jase signal Ransom to him.

"I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby." Lucas whimpered quietly, but our daughter only blinked up at Jesse with wide, trusting eyes. Reed approached cautiously, holstering his weapon. He nudged the fallen man with his boot, checking. No movement. No life. Jesse stood slowly, rage simmering under the calm mask he wore. He pulled back the hood covering the dead man’s face. I gasped sharply. My uncle. Gone. At last. I didn’t feel anything at his death. Only indifference. He deserved it.

“It’s like what Dad says Uncle Jesse. A gentleman never tells.” Uncle Jesse laughed his head off. “You did – and you did a damn good job of it, too!” He laughed again. Dax just kept smiling as he shook his head at his uncle. **** Jesse and Ray were alone in the sunroom as they looked out at the night. They were sitting side by side in armchairs. Only a short table was between them. After dinner, they had ventured there. Ava was in the kitchen cleaning up, and the boys had gone to their separate corners doing whatever it was they did when they didn’t have homework.

Jesse walks up to him and snatches the papers fast, he shoves it into his pockets. “My uncle. He lets me use it whenever I want to.” “Whoever found you at the police station, wouldn’t find your uncle’s pension house?” I ask with a raised brow, walking in their direction. My eyes are all over the place, searching for any form of clues that could tell me more about the man that gave himself up in measured sips. “That’s the best part, we aren’t really family, so they couldn’t find this place if they tried.” I share a look with Jake. Jesse is sharing information about his family, we have to be really patient, or throw a really good bait at him.

Is that enough? He then turned toward the stairs and bellowed, "Hurry! Bring Mr. Jesse down here!" Soon, a figure slowly made his way down the staircase. He was tall, lean, and wore an impeccably tailored black loungewear. His sharp, well-defined features showed no hint of emotion. This was Jesse Aldridge—Theodore's notoriously stoic uncle. His gaze swept the living room before finally resting on me. He spoke in a calm, magnetic voice, "Why were you looking for me?"

"But you know money talks." Money? Did they really think Jessiah's a gold-digger? "She's not that kinda person." "Can't be so sure. You just met her." "I trust her." "Yeah. I know. But don't say I didn't warn you." "Nice." Jenson nearly laughed. "You're quoting Taylor Swift now. Did you take your meds today?" "Hilarious," his uncle muttered. "Tried to offer her a raise?" "Yeah. She said her parents keep worrying."