Dear Evan Hansen Script Novels & Stories

She dragged herself out of bed, threw on a hoodie, and shuffled to the table. Her mom had made eggs, toast, and tea. The TV was on in the background. “…breaking news, Ezra Hale, only son of the Hale Corporation, is officially engaged to Ivy Cruz. This union is said to be one of the biggest alliances in business history—” Seraphine grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. “I can’t,” she muttered. Camila sighed, squeezing her daughter’s hand. “Eat, baby. You need your strength.” Seraphine nodded weakly but barely touched her food.

Slowly but surely, Aaron's sobs subsided, replaced by sniffles and finally, silence. ************************ Sarah's brow furrowed in concern as she watched Evan pace back and forth in their villa's living room. "Evan, what's going on? You've been acting strange since we got back from lunch." Evan stopped pacing and ran his hands through his hair, his eyes clouded with emotion. "I just... ran into someone from my past, okay?" Sarah's confusion deepened. "Who was it?" Evan hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Just someone I knew a long time ago."

I was holding onto Landon's arm, laughing as we stepped out of a revolving door. After that, I saw Hansen getting out of his car. I froze for a moment as I faltered in my steps. Landon softly held my hand in his. Hansen's shirt was slightly wrinkled, and he did not have a tie on. He had a look of fatigue on his face, and he was frowning with reddened eyes. People bustled past us, and a fountain nearby was playing a cheerful tune. The whole scene felt like it was a slow-motion shot from a movie.

uttered Erito looking at his watch for a while. “Be careful on your way, Eriwan…” uttered Mr. Hansen Huang still with his unwilling and unnatural smile. Once Erito had got out of the mansion and closed the front door, the unwilling and unnatural smile immediately vanished from Mr. Hansen Huang’s face. *** Mr. Hansen Huang got into his private working room in his big enterprise. Unexpectedly, Mr. Darrel de la Croix had been sitting in front of his desk for quite a couple of minutes, waiting for him. Seeing Mr. Darrel’s slightly cynical smile, Mr. Hansen Huang simply sniffed in his bit upset fashion, and then he threw himself to his big chair behind his desk.

Yeah, that’s a start. After checking the reports sent by the finance department, I stretched my arms and legs for a bit and headed out to buy my very late lunch. I told Ren not to bother driving from Maine to Manhattan just to bring me food and clothes. Besides, Dr. Olivia told us it’s possible for Evan to go home this week. I was out for twenty minutes and when I trod out of the lift; Nate exited Evan’s room. “Hey, Nate,” I greeted him, but he had that distant look on his face.

Ethan stared at Evan. Everything looked normal. The familiar walls. The old sofa. The dining table where his family had shared countless meals. The photographs hanging on the wall. But Evan was not normal. His eyes were completely black. No emotion. No reflection. Nothing. Ethan slowly stepped toward him. Evan? Evan tilted his head. You sound afraid. Jason moved in front of Ethan. Stay back. Evan looked at him. Jason. His voice was still Evan's.

"It could be the lost of power. There's a blackout. I'm sure he'll show up soon." I was more than worried. Tears flooded my eyes. Jasmine comforted me and we leaped from our skins when Evan phone rang. "Evan Hollen. Yes I am." There was a long pause from Evan and darkness consumed his eyes before tears. "That can't be right! My son?? Jevan Hollen? Are you certain!?" My heart went to my toe and Jasmine went to Evan's side. "What's wrong? What's wrong with Jevan?" she asked. The phone dropped from Evan's trembling fingers. "Jasmine, Jevan is dead."

he positioned his hand under his chest to show me big boobs comically. Shaking my head, I approached him and slapped the back of his neck. “What was that for?!” “Wrong timing, Evan. What do you want? You still haven’t returned my plane,” I made myself a cup of coffee. “That, I lost it, Dev,” he mumbled meekly. The coffee I was sipping came out of my mouth and went all over Evan’s face. “How the fuck would you lose a plane, Evan?!” He reached for the paper towel and wiped his face. “I didn’t lose, lose it, Dev. Geez, I just took a shower in your neighbor's bathroom.”

And yet, beneath it all… The house breathed the same way it always had. Alive. Listening. Inside, voices echoed through the walls. Laughter. Music. A slam of a cabinet. A playful shout. Then footsteps. Evan appeared in the hallway, taller, sharper around the edges, but with the same steady light in his eyes. His hoodie was too big, sleeves fraying at the cuffs, clipboard tucked beneath one arm. “Hey,” he said, trying not to smile too hard. “You’re late.”

She'll lash out at Lillian, but never at Evan. Wow, there's some serious drama brewing here! Shirley's gossip senses finally kicked in, and she couldn't help but ask, "Why? What kind of business deal?" Evan didn't answer Shirley's question; instead, he raised an eyebrow at Hannah. "Since you've decided to make a scene today, in front of everyone, our business deal is over." Hannah panicked at Evan's words. She rushed over and hugged him, pleading, "Please, I don't want to leave you!"