Cursed Christmas Tree Novels & Stories

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

For the next half hour, Chris and Beth really went to the task of decorating his tree. Cheery holiday music played from the speakers. They were playful with each other. At one point Chris was placing strings of tiny colored lights around the tree, and heard Beth say, "Hey come over here and plug me in Santa." He turned to see Beth's hot little naked body wrapped entirely with a string of lights. She was holding the plug out to him. "Plug me Santa. Plug me." she teased giggling. He even took the end of the cord and pretended to plug it into her pussy.

He watched her leave the bedroom now, and he stretched himself. He pulled on some boxers, wandered down to the kitchen. He started the coffee and stared out the window at the Rockies, admiring the snow on the mountains. He glanced around his tiny living room, loving that it was bursting with festive cheer. It was all courtesy of Tessa, of course. The woman was crazy about Christmas, and she’d insisted on decorating his apartment, insisted on a tree, insisted on hanging stockings. All of these things were totally alien to Curtis, but he’d welcomed them with enthusiasm.

“Come to Grandma, little man!” Rowan went willingly, waving a chubby fist like a king dismissing his subjects. We made it halfway to the barn before Cassie yelled, “I see you two! Five minutes means five minutes, not twenty!” Rhett flipped her off behind his back. I laughed so hard I had to lean on him to stay upright. **** Santa Ynez Valley – December 23, two days before Christmas “Why does the Christmas tree look like that?” Nina asked, eyes wide at the absolute chaos that was our twelve-foot noble fir Christmas tree.

Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished. Two: A soul, bound and chained sealed for use. And then the child spoke the final line. “Laura. You will be wolfless. You will not receive our parents love. You will be alone. Your mate will leave you. And I will make sure you don’t live to fulfill your role in the prophecy.” The orb burned. “You will be hated by all those who love you now.” The child held up the photo of a girl her age. Silver hair and brown eyes. Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

Chad looked at the tree like it was the devil “Don’t be stupid, it’s a friggin tree you numb skull. I can sense natures energy. This tree is about to die. Us taking it will mean that we are not killing a heathy tree” “If its dying wont it go yuck before Christmas?” I didn’t want a yucky looking brown tree in the lounge. “No, it will stay nice looking till Christmas. I can use a spell to make sure” Megan smiled at me, and I knew I was forgiven for scaring her “Ok then” I turned to the owner “We will take this one please” The owner marked the tree and advised that he will have it chopped down and delivered to us tonight. Since we were off shopping for decorations before we went home. Soon we w

Axel said chasing after us making us laugh. "Our mate!" Felix said loudly as he fell behind following us. We made it to the living room, Ivy letting out hands go and running towars the christmas tree that was filled with gifts. I was shocked at how beautiful the tree was and how beautiful everything was. The christmas tree was huge, atleast 10ft, it was a real christmas tree with silver and white tensile all over it. The ornaments were wolfs and moons with some white and black balls on them. It kind of reminded me of.

He always cherished her… Tonight was when festivities flew in the air. Winter was approaching…had approached in fact. Though the resources weren’t enough, but the moment the merchants managed to return with heaps of meat and skins from the standing city a few miles away, the village had managed to throw together the festival to invite good spirits and keep their villages warm. A nonsense tradition! They just needed an excuse to add some color to this bland place and see other textures than the bleakness that ruled over. Seeing that old chief drinking the mead in his mug, she did admit that things had been different and in a good way since last year. Resting his wooden leg on a log nearby, he

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

When the tree finally arrived, we decorated it with ornaments, tinsel, and lights. Mr Alarcon brought Brian to the store after his school. When Mr Alarcon tried to leave, Morgan and Teresa made him stay. Brain said, “Elise, the tree looks beautiful with all those lights.” And turned to Mr Alarcon and said, “Dad, shall we have a Christmas tree at our home?” I gestured Mr Alarcon to say yes and when he did, Brian ran to him and gave him a hug. I asked Mr Alarcon, “How does the store look?”