Romans & histoires Great Audiobook For Road Trip

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.

"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

I nod and put on my seatbelt. Road trips are the best. What I love the most about it is the song that chips from the radio and us dancing to it. The last time I went on a road trip was when Evan and I wanted to go watch the sunrise. We drove a five-hour drive in which we took turns. It was stressful but it was great and worth it. I turn on the radio and it was playing random country music. I like it. "Hopping in the roads, climbing on the mountains, tell me what you want, and I will tell you what I-" I halted as Jason turned off the radio

Again, she just nodded. After a few deep breaths, she croaked out, “It’s just been a few days since I’ve heard from him. I’m sure that everything is fine. If it wasn’t, Pops would’ve said something by now. So play some music or else you’ll be riding fifth-wheel with the other car.” That brought a smile to both their faces as Sean didn’t hesitate to press play and “Baby Got Back,” blared from the speakers. Good choice. They rode with the top off, letting the summer air and sun hit their faces and enjoyed the scenery and music during their mini road trip. Just two friends enjoying each other’s company, basking in the calm before the storm.

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.

If the town proper was quiet, this place was eerie. Luckily for me, road signs indicate how close I’m getting to my destination. I’ve been watching for those, like eyeing a suspect I’m hunting. It’s the only sane thing I could do while the song changed to The Beatles’ Don’t Let Me Down. When I lost a bet at that stupid football game, Eloisa made this playlist for me back in college. I will not admit this to her, but I fell in love with her choice of music, so even until now, it’s been my go-to road trip jam.

Priela's POV I had picked to ride in a matte-black sedan. Yet, the city’s siren coupled with loud honks managed to penetrate into the completely soundproof car. I melted into the cold leather unbothered about the blaring city chaos going on outside the window. Mind calm and gaze warm, fixed on the book I am reading about finance and business. Anything to prepare me for my father's company. “ The road won't be clearing off anytime soon.” Max, my personal driver muttered, jerking his head against the head guide.

He never asked about my days at school, never questioned why I spent my afternoons reading dusty books by the mango tree instead of playing with Zane. It was a quiet afternoon, the sun shining lazily in the sky. I was engrossed in a worn-out copy of Treasure Island, the adventures of Jim Hawkins, a welcome escape from monotony. A rustle in the bushes pulled me from my book. My heart pounded. Had Zane followed me? Was he about to launch another one of his "pranks"?

“Do I sound bad for wanting to opt out of the shared driving? I just thought it would be more interesting to have someone do all the work. Instead of skimming through maps that one doesn’t understand.” Lois burst out laughing. “Come on, Mark. Don’t be like this. The essence of a road trip and following maps is to get lost, laugh about it, find a new route, and go through it again. That is the point of the trip. It is an adventure. I can assure you you will love every bit of it. Carl knows that and he wants you to have that experience.” I sucked my teeth feeling stupid. “I should have listened better instead of just giving my opinion.”

“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.