Best Audiobook Road Trip Novels & Stories

I can’t wait to see where I’m going to be staying. “Hi Ms.Sinclair, I’m Jefferson. I’ll be your driver for the rest of your trip.” Jefferson opens the door for me and grabs my luggage and begins loading my things into the truck. It doesn’t take him long to finish putting the bags away and start up the engine. In seconds we are propelled forward and we’re on our way to our next destination. After an hour we pull up to what has to be the most luxurious beach house I’ve ever seen in my life. It takes a minute for me to fully take in the view. I’m pulled out of my trance by Jefferson opening the door for me.

As we headed home, a voice in my head, one that wasn't my wolf this time, began to think I might be moving toward something deeper than just liking him. ​The drive back was a mix of happy and sad, but we kept it fun regardless. We pulled over at a gas station halfway through Georgia and picked up enough snacks, sweets, and drinks to put a whole class of kids into a sugar crash. We shared our favorite tracks and listened to a good chunk of the first Harry Potter audiobook. It felt like a wonderful dream I never wanted to wake up from.

I just wanted to experience a little of what the world has to offer before being locked down. Slowly I sat up. Then without a reason why I started bawling. "Mommy" I sobbed out "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just am afraid of finding my mate tonight and not being able to go on my trip." While sitting in my bead blubbering like a pup I suddenly was wrapped up in a tight hug from my mother. She knew my fear and had felt the pain herself when she met my father. She herself when she turned 18 was headed on the same adventure I myself was about yo head on. But the night before she was to leave she had met my father. He was actually ok with her still leaving. He would have fine w

But that hug, it felt good, it felt like a dad’s hug that I always dreamt of having. “Oh Tassie, I accept your apology. Are you ready to continue this road trip?” He asked as I whipped away at my tears, “I have no choice.” I said chuckling, he started laughing, “Well that did not take you long.” He said. He gets back into the car and turns it on, I quickly get in and we get back onto the highway. I pull out my phone and headphones and put on a book to listen to.

Her chest was full and round, and her legs under the skirt, wrapped in sheer stockings, looked long and slender. It made my already lonely self burn even hotter, a faint stirring rising inside me. The couple sat beside me, chatting warmly. "I'm Jean. This is my boyfriend, Ray. Thank you for giving us a ride. The Sicherian-Timbre Highway is so long. We really didn't know how we were going to get out of this." I waved, telling them not to mention it, and kept driving. The journey was quite long, and Jean could no longer stay awake, so she lay on Ray's lap and fell asleep.

It was after three when we finally rolled into Beach Creek, and honestly, I thought I'd lost all feeling in my legs. The trip had taken forever. Hours of winding through back roads, one wrong turn thanks to Trevor's "superior sense of direction," and more gas station stops than I cared to count. I spent most of the ride trying to ignore his off-key singing as he belted every pop song from the past decade just to get on Sophia's nerves. At one point, I gave in and let sleep drag me under, only to wake with my cheek stuck to the window and my neck twisted into something truly unnatural.

I stood by the side of the road for a long time. The clouds were white. The sky was blue. Then I remembered something Mom used to say. "Avery, be kind—but don't be a pushover." Mom, I heard you. Did you see? *** On the flight to Antarctica, I leaned against the window and watched Paragon City shrink beneath the clouds until it vanished into the white. The girl beside me handed over a pack of tissues. "Miss, are you crying?" I touched my face and realized it was wet. "I'm fine." I took the tissues. "Thanks."

The road had no potholes making the ride nice. She almost asked them if they were taking in someone else for their adventure because the ride was pleasant. Oh, how she would like to travel around the world with no care at all. Everyone was silent minding their business; Two read books, one was chatting on his phone, and another one was listening to music, bobbing his head to the beat. The one who stared in front like a statue surprised Ciandra when he coughed. And then there was the driver, her attention was on the road.

The road trip we were currently finding ourselves on was not fun at all. Lia was driving and anytime I tried to talk to Matt who was in the seat next to me, he just grumbled something under his breath. I did attempt to talk to Lia a few times, but she reminded me that she was driving and needed her attention completely on the road. Why did it mean we couldn’t talk? But I wasn’t going to complain. “This is the worst road trip ever,” I muttered, realizing that I had just gone against the promise I made for myself.

I discovered a great deal about Samuel during our little adventure together, and the experience was nothing short of enlightening. For one, I quickly realized just how incredibly sharp he was. He proudly shared with Tristan what he had been listening to on his phone—an audiobook titled “Washington: A Life” by Ron Chernow. I remembered grappling with that book during my senior year of high school at seventeen. Yet here was Samuel, just nine years old, diving deep into material that had only come to me much later in life.