Great Audiobook For Road Trip Novels & Stories

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."

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

Dabby: The journey even got worse for me when mum insisted that we traveled by road, when Mr. Anderson wanted to get flight tickets for everyone. She said the best part of road trips was when we were traveling by road, since the journey was just five hours to our destination. I could see the anger in his face when she established her own opinion, but she didn't even care about his expression. She got whatever she wanted most of the time, and it didn't matter what was going to happen after.

He asks, "What is so special about those? Flying is easier and quicker." "They're so much fun," I gush, "I could name multiple family road trips I've been on that have changed my life. Have you never been on one?" The blank look on Atlas's face answers my question. I can imagine Atlas as a small child sitting in his bedroom during the summer break while all his friends leave town on a road trip for several weeks. It breaks my heart. "Every person should experience at least one road trip in their lives," I say, sipping on my wine, "We should do one."

“And you two need something to distract you from the silence.” Sebastian chuckles softly from the driver’s seat. “I’m not sure silence was ever the problem,” he says, a playful lilt in his voice. “But I’ll take the music.” The fields outside blur together as we continue down the road, the evening light growing softer by the minute. Celine sings along to the song, her carefree energy spilling over, and even Sebastian seems a little more relaxed now, the tension from earlier melting away with each passing mile. “See?” Celine says, looking between us with a wide grin. “This is what road trips are for. No deadlines, no rush. Just a good drive and some good tunes.”

“Dante. Quarterback. Also terrible at parallel parking, so we’re even on the clumsiness scale.” We exchanged insurance info right there in the middle of the lot, but the conversation didn’t end there. He asked what I was reading; I showed him the stack and rambled about Sylvia Plath for way too long, fully aware I was oversharing. Surprisingly, he listened, nodding like he actually cared, then mentioned how he sometimes listened to audiobooks during long drives between away games. The rain that had been threatening all day finally broke—fat drops splattering the asphalt and soaking us both.

A few minutes into the journey, I felt a tap on my shoulders. I removed one of the earphones and looked back. “Hi. You made it,” Alexander who was seated across from me said. “Yeah,” I muttered, turning to Diana who was fast asleep. Alexander continued to speak. “I am glad you are here.” My lips curled into a smile. I plugged my earphones back in and shut my eyes. Road trips were not my favorite thing in the world, Maybe it was because I was used to moving from one place to another with Briar.

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.

The hour long trip to Skye Manor passed in relative silence, the only conversation in the car was between Aiden and Vincent and mostly revolved around business, Elisa was uncharacteristically silent, staring out the window with a faraway expression. I leaned back against the headrest, nausea playing in my stomach from motion sickness and I spent the trip with my eyes closed, praying I wouldn't haul all over the pristine leather seats. To distract myself, I listened to an audiobook on my phone and nibbled on some saltine crackers, ignoring the look of disapproval on Aiden's face at eating in the car.

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