Evan Dear Evan Hansen Novels & Stories

I excused myself from Hazel and told her that I had to go to the restroom. As soon as I sat in the toilet bowl of the cubicle, I started searching 'Evan Hughes' on the Internet. "No information?" I asked suspiciously as I kept scrolling on the screen of my phone. There was only one article, and it was the one Hazel showed me. The image of both him and Emily was there. "The new It Couple of Scentic Magazine," I whispered to myself and realized that Professor Evan is a model. No wonder his things were expensive; even his car is luxurious!

I sit upright in bed. Outside, men are shouting. I hurtle to the window. The sun is rising, and the sky is painted crimson. People on horseback thunder down the hill toward the castle. The male at the front wears red tartan. My heart jumps into my throat. Ethan. He’s home. I pull on a dress, then run out of my chambers.

Standing near the bar like he belonged there, a glass in his hand, dark eyes locked onto Adrian with that same unnerving stillness. Adrian’s stomach flipped. “Evan… what are you doing here?” Evan’s smile was thin, sharp. “I could ask you the same.” Maya glanced between them, brows lifting. “Friend of yours?” The silence stretched. Adrian’s lips parted, but no words came. Evan stepped forward smoothly, extending a hand across the table. “Evan Price,” he said evenly. “Adrian and I are… close.” Maya’s expression shifted, the warmth draining from her face as she shook his hand. “I see.”

Everyone knew Nolan had Evan had been enemies even from childhood. Evan was probably the same age with Nolan but they had made the best enemies, He owned many companies both his and inherited ones, He is the successor of the Robinson’s group, Their only surviving male child. “Do you mind if I sit here with you Mrs. Rothschild” His voice came softly even though he already sat comfortably on Tara’s seat. “You are already seated, Do you still need my permission Mr. Evan? Hailey smirked directly at his face. Evan laughed especially at Hailey’s expression.

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.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." I pushed open the door and saw Evan behind his desk in his chair, and a blonde hair woman sitting opposite from him. My blood came another boil, but when she turned towards me and Jevan, I calmed myself. I thought your ass was Jessica Hills! "Sweetie," Evan greeted me and stood up. He walked over to Jevan, removed him from the stroller and kissed his forehead. "Hey, little man." "Da da," Jevan said back and buried his face in Evan's neck.

Evan said from behind Heather. “What the hell!” exclaimed Heather as spun around and jumped into Chris, knocking him over. “Sorry for scaring you. My name is Evan, Evan Feltzler,” Evan said, extending his arm to help Chris up. “It’s fine,” said Heather, whose face was still red from embarrassment.

I get up and stretch my hand to him which he takes and shakes, "I'll go over the paperwork and we will begin work as soon as possible, thank you I turn to him with a smile, but it dies off when I see him. He's the young man holding hands with Caleb and smiling at him in the picture on Caleb's table. It's Evan, but what is he to Caleb though? Evan doesn't strike me as a homewrecker, the stranger I saw yesterday, however, did at first sight. But he can't be his lost son 'cause they do not look like him in any way so there's only one last option, he is Caleb's lover. "Is something wrong?" Evan asks carefully and I snap out of my thought to look at him again, "it looks like you've seen a ghost."

"Are you deaf?" This time, Evan roared. "I said, why should I kneel before you? Do you even deserve it? Oh, right. From now on, I'm no longer Evan Solberg. My name is Evan Norwood!" His roar sounded like a lightning strike, causing Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya's ears to ring in agony. Hazel froze. Roxanne and Anya felt like they were looking at a stranger. Was this still the same man they knew?

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."