Dear Evan Hansen Novels & Stories

Helaine “Just wanted to know if you were planning on coming by for Thanksgiving. I love you.” Sucking in a hissing breath, I whipped my phone across Evan’s apartment, where its fall was luckily broken by his plush red couch before clattering to the floor. Evan looked at me like I’d lost my mind, but I was beyond caring. If the fact that I was the anti-christ wasn’t enough to scare him off, I highly doubted that pacing around his apartment like a caged tiger was going to be the final straw.

she replied, her tone hinting at the complexities of their relationship. The following morning, during breakfast, Evan felt compelled to share something significant. The room fell into a hushed silence as he mustered the courage to speak. Grandma, her face adorned with wrinkles and her hands showing the signs of age, exuded an air of authority. Without hesitation, Evan announced, "I am going to be a father again," delivering the news with the detached demeanor of a reporter, indifferent to whether it was well-received or not.

She hurried toward them and asked, "Young miss, are you talking about Hanson Xia?" "Yes. Eva, are you a fan of Hanson, too?" Ivy asked, her eyes blinking rapidly with excitement. "No, I just know him very well." Eva smiled. "Are you a fan of his?" "Hanson is the most handsome guy and the best guy in the world!" Ivy nodded eagerly. Eva purposely raised her voice and said, "Hanson is such a gentle, elegant man. He's super sweet and warm, too. Definitely better than the playboy types or those selfish, harsh guys. People who idolize those sorts of people must be out of their minds."

Dear Evan Hansen, If you're reading this letter I hope that means that you've gotten home safely. I also hope that you' r feeling better now. I know what happened between us was pretty bad and I understand why you might not wanna forgive me, I really do. But please, don't hate me. Please, I really don't wanna loose you, and I really hope that you'll still allow me to show you how sorry I am. So, please, don't forget about me or hate me! -Your brother, Connor Connor finishes reading the letter and sets it down on the bench next to Evan, who seems surprised that Connor even bothered to write it.

"Thank you, dear. I believe homes should reflect the love in them. Evan never brought anyone here before. You're the first." I stiffened. That felt... personal. Too personal. "Well," I murmured, taking a long sip of wine, "I'm honored." However, dinner passed in a haze of small talk, wine refills, and the slow realization that Evan’s family was far more complicated than I’d imagined. If I thought he was a mystery, his parents were a locked vault with the key thrown into the ocean. Once the plates were cleared and dessert declined, Helena stood. "You two must be exhausted from the flight. Get some rest, hmm? Breakfast is at eight sharp."

said Hanny Lin Rosenda with her somewhat gazing eyesight. Evania and Sumico kept silent afterwards. They were seen sipping their warm chocolate and enjoying their biscuits having been prepared by Hanny Lin Rosenda. “You’ve just met and known your lovely Brother Hades within this one recent year, Hanny… But you can be so sure already that your love and life is all about him… Actually, you’re also as crazy as I am…” Evania was heard chuckling exultantly.

His dark mop hair was brushed aside, and his tongue peeked out to wet his full lips. "Noah Chaplain, is it?", Evan asked, but I could barely hear him. "Yeah", Noah cleared his throat but kept his eyes trained onto mine, "pleasure to meet you". Was that an accent I could detect? "Lovely. Well as you're now aware I'm Evan, executive assistant to our COO, Lana Harris". I stood from my seat as the stranger, Noah, approached my desk. I reached out my hand to meet his extended one, "Lana", was all I managed to say.

Evan leaves from there. *******************

Please take care of yourself. Love, Eva. ******************************************

Heath asked under his breath. “There is no plan.” I stepped inside the office and found Evan sitting behind his desk. Now that I was up close and in the same room, I took in his features, failing to understand why Cassini thought she’d loved this man at one point. What was there to love? He might be handsome, but he wasn’t built the way I was. He didn’t have that confidence in his gaze that I possessed. I doubted he could fuck as well as I could. He finished typing his email before he rose to his feet. “I’m Evan, the chief loan officer here. Nice to meet you both.” He extended his hand to shake mine.