Uncle Jesse Full House Novels & Stories

“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.

Jezebel Uncle Jedd seems like a decent man. His house could use some sprucing up, but that is to be expected from a man who has been a bachelor as long as he has. I climb into his large silver hummer. It is unlike any vehicle I have ever seen before. There is a huge control panel with several buttons and switches. Curiosity is overcoming me, and I am working hard to control myself, but I want to flip a switch and press some of those buttons so badly.

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 just stared in surprise at the little family drama unfolding. Jesse's father sipped his wine and continued, "I'm glad the course you are studying will be of great support to the company," he said, genuinely impressed. The rest of the evening continued with Jesse answering all the questions Dad and Aunt Serena threw at us. They ranged from different series of questions about how fast we were pacing our relationship. I knew I was just part of Jesse's plan for the night, a pawn in his game, and it made me feel oddly detached. Yet, I couldn't help but absorb every word, realizing I had been dragged into something much bigger than I had anticipated.

“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.”

I clapped my hands before resting them on the table. He nodded. “Am glad you do little one,” then he added with a serious tone. “You're father will have my head if anything goes wrong that's why he sent me over for the banquet.” “I understand,” I leaned my neck to his shoulder briefly before pulling away. Then, my uncle turned his gaze to Jess. “So, Jess,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying a teasing edge. “How long have you been by my niece’s side?” Jess fumbled with the napkin in her lap, her cheeks pink. “A… a long time, sir. Since school days.”

'How could I have no idea about this? 'I've never even heard of him! 'If that's true, I'll be able to do whatever I want in Somerland.' "Grandpa, in that case, does the Chasez family have a get-out-of-jail-free ticket in Somerland as long as my Uncle Justin occupies Dark Cape?" Hank asked in disbelief. "You can say that!" Joseph replied calmly. "Oh my f*cking god! That's amazing. Why didn’t you just tell me how tough my uncle is?" Hank said as he jumped up excitedly.

Otherwise, he really wouldn’t have known how to get back. “Will you be drinking?” asked Chris. Jessica nodded. “It’s inevitable. Some of the elders have even more seniority in the business world than my mother. I have to drink at least a little, just to show respect.” “Oh right.” Jessica suddenly remembered something and opened her eyes. “Come pick me up tonight. Your uncle is coming too.” “My uncle is coming?” Chris was surprised. Jessica said, “Yes. Meetings like this inevitably involve the Jameson family.” Hugh had originally not wanted to get involved in the commotion. But now that Jessica was his nephew’s wife, and considering that Jessica’s past with Michael could be easily discovered

I hid all the sad and worried faces I could have and put up a smiling face. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. From when your father died to when you got kidnapped, all thanks to your husband." His eyes were staring at me; probably he was expecting me to say something. "Yeah, I'm fine now. But how...how did you get to know all of that?" Now, I was the one giving a suspicious look. Uncle Josiah laughed softly as he walked closer to me. "Your aunties may be so busy with the kitchen and their daily work. But I will always keep an eye on you; your father left us a responsibility we are going to uphold." He cupped my cheeks and smiled.

"Jesse was still scared and in shock, she silently shook her head, stating that she didn't want anything. "a cup of tea to calm my wife down, she's a little tenses up at the moment" Trey said this as he wrapped his arm around Jesse's waist. The flight attendant nodded and immediately walked away. "Jesse, calm down, your father's jet is bullet proof but it's not indestructible against bombs" uncle Den spoke casually as he sat right across the couple . Jesse breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle, you didn't answer my question"