Novel & Cerita Family Road Trip Audio Books

Aria The sound of my heels was loud on the cobblestone path. Click, clack, click- my ankle rolled over and I almost cried out as a shot of pain lanced through me but at the last minute I righted myself and went back to walking with my back ramrod straight. No one looked at me. But why would they? I was just another woman, a tourist walking down the street in shoes that weren’t suitable for the terrain. Little did they know that I was so much more than a tourist. I’d been here many times before over the years. It was our home land after all. Although my father had made his base in the United States and my brother had seemed to settle in the United Kingdom.

One evening, as we sat around the dinner table, Max brought up an interesting topic. "Have you guys ever thought about going on a road trip?" he asked, looking around at each of us. "What do you mean?" Emily asked. "I mean, like a really long road trip. Across the country or something. It would be so cool to see all the different places and meet new people," Max explained. "That actually sounds kind of fun," Alex said, nodding his head. "I've always wanted to see the Grand Canyon," I added. And just like that, the idea of a family road trip was born. We spent the next few weeks planning and preparing, researching different routes and destinations, and deciding on the best time to go.

I gripped the seat in front of me with one hand, trying to keep still. “This is so wrong,” I whispered back, but my voice sounded shaky, not convincing at all. “You’re my stepbrother now. We can’t… your dick is literally between my ass cheeks right now.” He gave a quiet chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest into my back. One of his thumbs started stroking slow circles on my hip bone. “Family road trip rules are different. And you’re the one who sat down so nice and slow. Felt that soft ass spread around me the second you lowered yourself. Shit’s already getting me hard as fuck.”

"Then we will all go. Together. We will learn and we will grow. We will open our hearts and our minds. And we will bring that knowledge back to our kingdom to share with our people." The journey to the eastern territories took three days. The snow-covered landscape was breathtakingly beautiful, the trees glistening with frost like diamonds scattered across the earth. The air was crisp and clear, each breath a refreshing burst of cold that invigorated the spirit. The family traveled together, their spirits high with anticipation, their voices filled with laughter and conversation.

"You are safe from that monster. We are going to fix this terrible mess he forced you into. We will get your life back on track." I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against the cool glass of the window. I didn't say a single word for the entire two-hour drive. I didn't cry. The tears had completely dried up, leaving behind a cold, barren wasteland where my soul used to be. I just watched the towering, glittering skyline of Manhattan gradually bleed into the sprawling, congested highways, and eventually, into the manicured, obscenely wealthy backroads of the Hamptons. Uncle Robert, sitting in the front passenger seat, spent the entire journey on his cell phone, speaking in hushed, urgent t

“Alright then, let’s hit the road.” ___ We all belt out to “Take It Easy” by the Eagles, our unofficial family road trip anthem. It’s tradition—any time we go somewhere together, this song kicks off the trip. Uncle Evans taps the steering wheel in time to the beat, Mom and Ella throw in some exaggerated harmonies, and Dad's voice booms out the low notes, mixing with our laughter. By the time the chorus comes, the whole van is in on it, voices blending in an off-key but enthusiastic symphony.

"Come on, let's have a drink, just the two of us!" My foster mother finally let go of me, turning to Solomon with a scolding look. "All you think about is drinking! Our son just got home, and you're pouring yourself a glass? Thomas, stop him! Your old man's got high blood pressure; he should cut back on drinking!" Listening to my foster mother's chattering, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth. This was my home. These were my real family. Before long, I heard that the Sullivans had gone bankrupt, and Giselle had disappeared with Kevin's last bit of money.

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless.

I chuckled. “I went on a road trip with my family to visit my grandparents,” she said as we started walking through the front courtyard. “We had some crazy moments on the way—my dad got lost twice even with G****e Maps, and my younger brother nearly fed all our snacks to a stray goat. But it was fun. I’m so glad to be back, though. I missed you!” “I missed you too,” I said genuinely. Being with Mercy felt like stepping back into something normal. Safe. Real. A world that didn’t revolve around shadows, secrets, or… him.

The hammock resumed its gentle sway as Ashley began to read, her voice joining the symphony of storytelling that echoed through the sanctuary of books. The twins, now lulled by the familiar embrace of their parents' voices, drifted into a peaceful slumber. Ian, casting an affectionate glance at his family, couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for these quiet moments—the ones that spoke of love, connection, and the timeless magic found in the pages of a well-told story. And so, in the heart of their private library, the Hills family continued to create a tapestry of moments, each one a reflection of the wealth that truly mattered—the richness of shared laughter, the warmth of