If only life could be described in a set of rhymes; If only life could could be controlled In the way we control out internet; If you only life could be like our phones, we could switch off anytime we want, recharge ourselves whenever we wanted;

What would the life of laufeys son be like if Odin had never adopted him? This story will tell of the life of the jotun prince as he was raised by laufey, and it will tell of how his life turned a hundred and eighty degrees when he is introduced to the royal family of Asgard.

Wattpad is like a dysfunctional family that seems to have a family gathering all year round... And some of them write stories. What I'm trying to say is that there are many types of people on Wattpad and some of them are pretty funny.

Have you ever felt overwhelmed by the number of sides to a story, the number of words to make up a description or even the number of thoughts needed to execute an idea? Have you ever had the fear of judgement, or been haunted by the thought of speaking your mind, yet still have the urge to sing at the top of your lungs? That's what writing feels like to me. I guess some things are just better left unsaid...