Dear Evan Hansen So Big / So Small Novels & Stories

He scoffed. "And are you fun?" Cole replied. Why is Evan and Ethel so quiet, is it because of Hans's presence. ___________________ Ethel not talking or damn quiet, heaven knows that girl is a living comedian and a human parrot. I didn't know Hans could be this fun and cool, we all kept talking we forgot lunch break is over. We laughed at Evan joke of his one time dream boyfriend, I notice Hans and Cole is acting strangely towards each other. It nothing but cos Cole threatened him, I looked around to see the cafeteria empty and the wall clock ticking away 1:30pm. I slammed my palm hard on the table, "Guys we're not just late for class, but already missed a class." I said to them. They all gro

Unlike Evelyn, Nina was someone who was open about her sexuality and she had already explored a few times in her past relationships. “Are they all that big?” Evelyn asked, her heart racing from fright. Nina chuckled and laid back on the bed. “Well, not all of them. Some are tiny, like a pencil. While others are way bigger.” Hearing the term bigger, Evelyn’s eyes widened thinking of the possibility of Damian having something bigger than what she was seeing on the laptop screen. She laid on her back and recalled the scene in Damian’s office. She didn’t get much of a view but from the little glimpse she got, Damian’s manhood was not just big but gigantic.

Finally. “Mum!”, Hannah’s high-pitched voice tore through the silence; reminding Lenny why 5-year-olds were the absolute worst. Lenny sighed and braced herself as she stepped out of her bedroom to meet Hannah in the kitchen where she was enjoying a bowl of cereal. The distance between the room and the kitchen was merely a few steps just as the distance between anywhere and anywhere in their tiny one-bedroom bungalow.

His hands trail down on her shoulders, slathering her skin with the soap. A soft moan escapes her lips as she bends down her head. “You must be tired.” Do Sejin murmurs to her softly, “I will wash you well, Hana. Just relax.” “As if I don’t know what you want to do.” She replies curtly, “You little dick is poking my back. And I told you not to call me Hana.” Little… Do Sejin clenches his jaw. How could he call his manhood small like that? “Ahn Hana, is it really small?”

“It’s such a small world. Who would have thought that your doctor and Hanz are brothers?” “You’re surprised about that? You should be surprised he even agreed to tutor Boss,” James supplied, and Evie choked on her drink. Just as she thought when Dr. Carl Jensen mentioned his brother to her, she didn’t think Hanz would agree because she was not really a good student. Hanz was famous for refusing anything troublesome. Although Evely was not really stupid, it was not a secret that her grades were just standard— alright, even just a few points above the passing grade.

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 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."

CHAPTER 4 /NATHAN/ I rubbed my eyes, staring at the glowing screen of my laptop. It was nearly 5:30 PM, and the living room of my small apartment was quiet except for the scratching of a pencil. Across the coffee table, Maverick was hunched over a sheet of practice problems, his tongue poking out slightly between his teeth as he calculated a standard deviation. It was our fifth session, and against my better judgment, I was actually starting to tolerate him.

The conference room smelled like a mixture of body odor, urine, and burnt flowers. It was colder than the rest of the house, partly due to the lack of half nude people here. The windows all had their drapes pulled most of the way shut, giving the room hardly any ambient light. Oliver slowly opened each drape, brightening the room immensely. He then made his way to the end of the long table, gestured for Lucas and Emma to sit, then took a seat for himself. He was smiling at them with a twinkle in his eye.

Her presence suggested she was from a prominent family. Turning to her, I apologized, "I’m sorry for bumping into your car and causing you distress, madam." Despite the unresolved compensation issue, apologizing for my mistake was necessary. "A-Are you Serena Hart? I'm Evelyn Windham, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The woman's eyes widened in recognition, her expression lighting up with excitement. Evelyn’s eager gaze made me feel uneasy. I had no recollection of this person, and her overly enthusiastic look was disconcerting.