American Dirt Audiobook Novels & Stories

he said. I stepped out of the carriage, wincing as my bleeding feet touched the ground. Noticing my struggle, the old man removed his worn canvas shoes and offered them to me. “No, sir. I can’t,” I said, embarrassed. “Take them,” he urged, his kind eyes softening. Reluctantly, I slipped on the oversized shoes. “Thank you,” I whispered. He nodded and rode away, leaving me standing before the gates of Wolvehowl Pack—a place that looked more like a beautiful entrance to hell.

He was scheduled to arrive Dirty South tomorrow tonight. Madam Claudia lived in LA with her only daughter Tems. Her three other sons, wondered about Earth aimlessly. Today they'd be in LA, next they were out on the streets weekending. The three sons and Chief Onapuruagu didn't see eye to eye. Chief Onapuruagu was never the type to keep people with entitlement issues around him. Worse still, it appeared the boys clearly wanted to remain vagabonds. "How do you see here?" Madam Claudia looked at her daughter.

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and people going in and out like it’s a club. And of course, it makes sense. Mateo Carter isn’t just ridiculously attractive… he’s ridiculously rich too. “Wow…” Sofi mutters as she gets out of the car, “this is another level.” I don’t answer. I just close the door and follow her. Inside, everything is noise, laughter, bodies moving to the music, people clearly already more than just “buzzed.” Sofi doesn’t waste time, she pulls me towa

Aunt Marie might not have Mom's 'bodacious' ass, but it felt pretty incredible, pressed against my lap. The property road was rough, and even off the lane, the main road was still unimproved for the first several miles. It was one of the reason's we'd bought the Jeep Rubicon in the first place. Not the smoothest ride in the world, but it took to off-roading like a pig to mud. The interior was loud. With the top off, the wind made things noisy and Dad was cranking his classic rock, which thanks to Sirius, he never had to do without.

As I lay and think, trying my best to remember what happened to me since climbing off the bus I hear hushed voices coming from the other room. It’s hard to hear at first, but as I focus my attention on the voices I can hear bits and pieces, depending on who’s talking. The Sheriffs voice is difficult to hear because he has a hushed tone and he also has a thick Alaskan twang. However, Doctor Willows voice is clear and concise and I can hear some of what she is saying when she speaks even though she is speaking in a whispered tone.