Uncle Jesse On Full House Novels & Stories

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?"

Hunter dropped Jessa and squatted to Ivy's level kissing her on her cheeks "Sure Ivy, anything you want" She jumped in joy "YAY!!! Now Ivy has three Dads: Ivy's Dad with her mum, Ivy's Batman and now Ivy's uncle Hunter is Ivy's third Dad" then she faced me "Right Uncle Axel?". I smiled, nodding "Yes Ivy, you're right". Jesse and Jessa glanced at each other before running to where I was sitted "Uncle Axel?". "Yes?". "Can we call you Dad too" Jesse suddenly asked and I became speechless, why did they suddenly want to address me in such way.

I said curiosity getting the best of me. “A puppy, stupid. I knew you were dumb and you continue to prove me right” my uncle said with a frown. “I had to adopt it just to please Jessie” Jessie was his fiancee, I hated her and I know the feeling was mutual. She never stopped Uncle Sam from being abusive towards me, rather she acted as if I was not her problem.

I whip around. He’s standing just a few feet away. Shirt sleeves rolled up, expression like thunder. His eyes flick to Jesse, then to where her fingers still dig into my wrist. Jesse lets go immediately and switches to a smile that would win an Oscar. “Oh! Nothing. Just catching up with my dear sister. It’s been so long.” Hunter doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. His eyes stay on her. Unimpressed. Unfooled. Jesse glances between us and doubles down. “I just needed a little help. You know, family stuff. It’s not a big deal.”

"He will. When the fight between Mason and Josh started, Josh had admitted that he always kept an eye on Joyce. He even knew where her apartment was and what job she did. He even knew that she was in Paris back then.” “With you,” Beau said, looking at me, and I nodded. “Josh didn’t know that,” I added. “He wouldn't let Joyce get near any guy, and if anyone tries, he would make his move," Derek warned. “Well, it’s too late to say that. I bet Josh has already seen him around Joyce many times by now,” Beau scoffed. “What is the uncle’s full name?” “Jeremy Rogers,” Hester answered.

She didn’t even know him. “H-He’s… someone important,” she said uncertainly. “Important?” I mocked. “You really have no shame, do you? First, you cling to me. Now you try to seduce my uncle?” She was caught off guard. The word clearly shocked her. She should be. She had no idea the man beside her was my maternal uncle. Even though we were married, I had never properly introduced them. Damon had already become the Alpha of the northern pack years ago and rarely visited. Tonight was the first time I had seen him again in a long time.

"You've had opportunities." "To say what." She came into the kitchen properly then stood across the counter from me. "That I know you're Adrian's uncle. That the man who has been running The Covenant's operations through Yale for twenty years is the same man who was promised the Yale empire before Gerald and Dante were born and got cut out when the patriarch decided blood mattered more than promises." She looked at me. "To who would I say that? Diana? The men you have outside? My father in the basement?" "Your stepfather."

The driver door to the Hummer opens, and I look to find Uncle Hunter climbing in, a soft smile on his face. “Come on, Princess, let’s get you home.” He mutters, turning the key and starting the car. I nod, closing my eyes, not wanting to watch the home I was planning a future in fade from view. I was ready to give up everything for a man who wasn’t willing to wait for me. “It’ll be okay, Jessica.” Uncle Hunter calls out, resting his warm hand on my lap. I open my eyes to stare at him, finding his usually stoic face set into a reassuring smile.

His voice had taken on that smug, self-assured tone he always used when he spoke about his family. My mind keeps drifting back to the alley, to the man with the gun and those intense grey eyes. The world around me felt static, a dull hum compared to the vivid, dangerous memory of that encounter. With feigned curiosity, I cut him short and ask, “And how about your uncle? You’ve mentioned him a few times, but I don’t know much about him.” Josh’s response is terse. “He’s fine.” He gives me a suspicious glance, clearly wondering why I’d brought up his uncle out of the blue. I play it cool.

If there was only an award for being the best actor, maybe Jacob would win because of his impersonation skills. ?what is his property? I heard the bedroom door open but I didn't waste time looking because I wanted Jacob's nephew to see me taking care of it. "Laura!" My blood rushed to my head when I heard that voice. I turned and looked closely. "What are you doing here, Ferdinand?" He came closer and looked at Jacob. "Are you my Uncle's nurse?" ??????" "Jacob is your uncle?" I assure you. He nodded. "Yes, you? Why are you here?" he asked.