The Mouse And The Motorcycle Audiobook Novels & Stories

"I just saw a huge black wolf on the path. That's all." "Were you alone?" "No, with Kessler the Idiot, but he left me stranded." "He did that? What a jerk." "Yeah, he is. Where's your car? I just want to get home." "I have a motorcycle," he says, pointing to a Ninja-style motorcycle a few meters away. "Wow, it's nice." "Don't mind riding on a motorcycle, do you?" "Not at all."

He’d used Jeff as bait to draw us out and wipe us out. Despair, cold and absolute, washed over me. We had lost. A new sound cut through the gunfire. The roar of an engine. Not a car. Something louder. More primal. A motorcycle. It shot out of a side alley, a black streak against the grey fog. The rider was clad in black leather, face hidden by a dark helmet. They weaved through the chaos, a blur of impossible speed, heading straight for the abandoned ambulance. "Who the hell is that?" Marcus muttered, leaning closer to the screen.

I pack up every single code slide and send the whole file straight to Magnus’s network link. The moon is already climbing at eight o'clock at night when the device finally shakes. I hit the button with a tight fist, my heart thumping against my ribs. The line stays completely silent for a hot second. "Did a wild beast bite your tongue off, boy?" a heavy, gravelly growl breaks through the speaker. "Did you turn into a quiet little pup?" My chest feels full of guilt. "No, master..."

The living room was right across from mine and from time to time I would peek in from my room and watch without her knowing. Getting my confidence up and driven by desperation I snuck over and walked the motorcycle down the road. Here goes nothing. I kickstart it and fire it up. The engine sounded mean and when I climbed on I have to admit it was very arousing. With a twist of the handle I was off but before I could get far a huge brown wolf stood in the middle of the road staring daggers at me. I came to an abrupt halt and flew over the handles but before I hit the pavement, I was caught by two familiar arms. “Josiah.”

I built the magic power inside me and then repeated the word I learned from the book. "Translationem ad mus!!" I yelled from the top of my lungs. "Oh, you sneaky little bitch!" I heard Rania yell on the side, but I ignored her and watched the smoke heading toward the mouse's body. It started to enter the mouse and slowly disappeared inside him. Then, the mouse suddenly came alive in my hands and started squealing. "Shit!" I cried and shoved the mouse inside the back. I expertly tied a rope around it the same way I had practiced a hundred times. The rope was charmed, too, so the mouse couldn't get out until someone let it out.

I grinned. "I don't feel honored about it at all. I'm scared." She muttered. But I cursed and quickly stepped on the break. My right hand held Abby behind me instantly, and my left hand held the motorcycle's handle, trying to control its movement. She screamed in fright, holding me tightly. The motorcycle turned three times. I tried hard to balance it, but I couldn't, and I quickly jumped off it, bringing Abby with me, and we fell at the side of the street. I groaned in pain while Abby was on top of me, holding on to me tightly, trembling in fear. My motorcycle bumped into the center island of the street, broken. I'm sure if I didn't jump, we're already dead. Shit!! That dog's fault." I ment

She described Motus' curse to the mouse and the mose looked at a giant tome on a nearby pedestal. Atzi walked over and flipped through its large pages. She came across one that had a giant moon on it. It told of making ones inner wolf stay out. Before she could finish reading, she heard the doors open. In a panic she ripped the page out and ducked behind some shelves. "Her scent was trailing into here..." a deep voice barked. A group of three men spread out into the room and began looking around. Atzi continued to hide. The mouse squeaked and ran towards the men. She scurried around their feet, making them distracted.

I felt them slide over my skin like background noise noticed, admired, judged. I’d learned early how to move like I didn’t hear any of it. As we reached the steps near the lecture hall, a sound cut through the chatter. A low engine. It wasn’t loud or showy. It was smooth. Confidence. Controlled. My attention shifted before I could stop it. A motorcycle rolled into view at the far end of the courtyard. Black. Clean. Minimal. The rider slowed, boots hitting the ground as he parked effortlessly. He pulled off his helmet, running a hand through slightly messy dark hair.

Mister Holland’s Audi is still in the driveway, so I stay crouched while I gather my wits. “Okay, Riley. You can do this. This is for Ainsley.” I grab my motorcycle key out of my pocket. “One… Two… Three.” I sprint to my bike and jump on, jamming the key into the ignition. The engine roars as I pull away. I look in the side mirror and see Dad trot out of the house, trying to wave me down. I turn the corner and change gears. As I pick up speed, I see something out of the corner of my left eye. I turn my head for a moment. A giant dog is pacing with me from the treeline.

On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff. I heard every word, but none of it felt real. Dominic was careful. He feared that mountain road more than anyone. How could he overload the motorcycle in the rain? How could Marcus and his three friends all be on it at the same time? I fell to the ground beside Dominic and cried until my throat burned. He would never again come home covered in dust and tell me he had earned enough for dinner. He would never again pat the children’s heads and promise them better days.