Great Audiobook For Road Trip Novels & Stories

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.

The Lumineers. This whole album is perfect for road trips." He adjusted the volume slightly. "Though if you want to DJ, my phone's in the center console. Spotify's already open." I liked that he offered to let me control the soundtrack if I wanted. I left it alone. The song was good, and watching the city give way to suburbs and then to open road felt right with this kind of music playing. "So are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked after a few minutes. "Or is this another elaborate surprise situation?"

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.”

I’ve decided on Oklahoma City and I'm using mom’s laptop to try to find a cheap place to stay. I might already have a job. The black escalade was gone when we left the funeral home and I haven’t seen it since. There hasn’t been any strangeness going on with Brodie and Wyatt, so it must have been my anxiety causing me to be suspicious. They had no idea about Rob or Wyatt would be in my face about it. I still haven’t contacted Rob. I don’t have it in me to deal with him and I want to enjoy my time away from him and not have him ruining it.

"Let me give you the list of the best spots to eat near the Havencrest ridge. You'll need the high-protein stuff for those altitudes." I talked for nearly an hour, outlining every safe path and every decent kitchen in the valley. The driver was a perfect listener, his silence steady and attentive. By the time I was finished, my eyelids felt like lead. "That's the basic rundown. If you get lost, just ping me on the app." "Okay. Go to sleep, Mars. Goodnight." "Goodnight." As the line went dead, I realized he hadn't spoken like a driver I’d just met. He’d spoken with the gentle authority of an old friend. It was strange, but talking to him had acted like a stress reliever.

Road Trip The old SUV hummed down the empty highway, windows down, hot summer air rushing in. Three guys had been driving for nine hours straight from college to the coast — a cheap summer road trip to blow off steam before senior year. Alex was behind the wheel, hands loose on the steering wheel, tank top sticking to his sweaty chest. He was the tallest, broad-shouldered, the quiet “straight” one who always organized everything. In the passenger seat sat Ryan — cocky, athletic, loud-mouthed, the guy who never shut up about girls. In the backseat, legs stretched out, was Noah — the quiet, openly bi roommate who had tagged along at the last minute with a knowing little smile.