The Dirt Audiobook Novels & Stories

(Why are you so frantic? "Penso che abbiamo una talpa, maledizione." I snapped but took a deep breath to calm myself down. I was up in my room, but that didn't mean someone couldn't be passing by and hearing me talking about the mole. It could be anybody and I didn't want the person to know that I was onto him. (I think we have a mole, damn it.)

My thumb hovered right over the play button. The tiny red light kept blinking, warning me the battery was about to die. My heart was thumping so hard against my ribs it felt like it was going to burst. "Come on," I whispered to myself, my voice shaking in the quiet room. "Just press it." I looked down at the old leather book on the floor, then back at the recorder. If my dad was on this tape, I needed to hear him before the battery gave out completely. I swallowed the copper taste of blood in my mouth and hit play.

Simple. I was unlocking the fairing compartment when I heard Noah. "Damn bro, that's got to be a new record or something. Three freaking seconds." He appeared beside me, all energetic. My brother had always been better with numbers than everything else. But he was always the dumbest too. That's how we landed here. Illegal street racing. "Could've been five if you'd taken the second turn wider." I put the chain back on. "You're welcome," I said sharply, taking off my gloves.

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.

“Whispering that I’m trash. That I’ll ruin you too. That one day you’ll wake up and see what she saw—an inconvenience, a burden, a mistake.” Dante rolled me beneath him, caging me with his body but keeping his weight light, protective. His eyes bored into mine. “Never,” he said, voice absolute. “I see you, Cass. The girl who survived a monster and still chose to love. The woman who screamed my name in a house that tried to silence her. The one who fought back when she had every reason to run. You are not trash. You are my heart. My collar. My future. And if the ghosts come knocking, I’ll remind you every single time—until the only voice you hear is mine telling you how fucking perfect you ar

2 Daniel I like my roads quiet. A road respects you if you respect it. People work the same way. Jake, on the other hand, treated silence like a dare, filled it with music loud enough to be just shy of an argument. Ava sat in the passenger seat, one bare knee pointed toward the dash, the other crossed over it, foot sketching lazy circles in the air. The A/C muttered. Pines marched past in military rows. Jake reached forward to change the song again; I said his name once, and he left it alone. He leaned back grinning the same grin he’d had as a slippery five-year-old in a bathtub, full of soap and schemes.

I leave and dont bother to look back i needed to leave and not look back there is no way he felt the same way about me. _______________________________________________________________________________ Its been 2 weeks sine i packed my thing at the Andonite's house and the only contact i had with any of them was when i checked on Ellie. She was doing alot better she told me she didnt like Ricky's new girlfriend her names was Katie. I didnt have the heart to tell here i didnt care to know anything about him or her. He is going to physical therapy and seems to be recovering well he has been even going to the race shop. From what Ellie has told me the car he wrecks was junk and they have been wo

It moved across the emptiness, leaving a trail of dark, rich brown. Suddenly, there was a sound—a deep, low rumble that shook my teeth. Beneath my feet, the "Nothing" began to take shape. It wasn't the flat metal of a stage or the red glass of the wasteland. It was **Dirt**. It was cold. It was wet. It smelled of rot and life all at once. "Kaima, look!" Rowan shouted. He fell to his knees as the ground solidified beneath him. He dug his fingers into the soil, his eyes wide with wonder. "It’s... it’s heavy. It stays under my nails. Kaima, it’s real!"

What are we supposed to do with dirt? We make a path, Sarah said, and tossed the dirt on the ground. Nothing. Just a patch of earth. No roots bursting up, no magic swirls. It’s just dirt, Mom! June shouted. The soldiers raised their weapons, closing in. Wait, Sarah whispered. Listen.

The house looked like a place a man had left in a hurry and then forgotten how to return to. Dust on the table by the door. Mail in a crooked stack that had slid and stayed slid. A glass in the sink with a ring at the bottom. A jacket over the back of a chair like I had meant to come back for it the same night. I stood in the entry and let the door close behind me and did not pick any of it up. The mess could wait. The dust could wait. I had been living in cars and cabins and other people’s blood for long enough that a dirty house felt almost honest. I went straight down the hall.