The Hooker and the Hermit (Rugby, #1) by L.H. CoswayBook #1 in the USA TODAY BESTSELLING Rugby Series
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LADIES AND GENTS! I have an announcement!
You know that guy I featured on my blog a few months ago? The really, really hot Irish rugby player who plays the position of ‘hooker’ in the RLI (Rugby League International)? The one with the anger management issues, the body of a gladiator and the face of a movie star? The one with the questionable fashion choices leading me to ask whether he was the lovechild of a leprechaun and a hobbit? Ronan Fitzpatrick? Yeah, that guy.
Well, I have a confession to make…
Annie Catrel, social media expert extraordinaire at Davidson & Croft Media and clandestine celebrity blogger, can make anyone shine in the court of public opinion. She is the Socialmedialite, anonymous creator of New York’s Finest and the internet’s darling. Virtual reality is Annie’s forte, but actual reality? Not so much.
Ronan Fitzpatrick, aka the best hooker the world of rugby has seen in decades, despises the media—social or otherwise. The press has spun a web of lies depicting him as rugby’s wild and reckless bad boy. Suspended from his team, Ronan has come to Manhattan to escape the drama, lay low, fly under the radar. Only, Ronan isn’t easy to overlook, and he can’t escape the notice of the Socialmedialite…
When Ronan is sent to Davidson & Croft Media to reshape his public image, he never expects to cross paths with shy but beautiful Annie, nor does he expect his fierce attraction to her. He couldn’t be happier when her boss suggests pairing them together.
What lengths will Annie take to keep her virtual identity concealed? And what happens when the hooker discovers who the hermit really is?
कृतघ्न चूहा हिंदी कहानी - Thankless RAT HINDI Story for Kids - Krutgna Chuha Kahaniya - KidsOneHindi
The Hermit And The Mouse
Every day, he would go out into the city, collect alms and cook his food. After the meal, he would store whatever is left in his begging bowl and hang it to a peg and go to sleep. He would give the leftovers to poor people in return for services rendered to the temple. They would every day wash it, clean it and decorate it with patterns of chalk. We are not able to nibble at it. You alone can reach any place. Why should we go anywhere else when you are there?
A popular folk tale of India is the story of the hermit and the mouse told in the Sanskrit collection of fables and tales called Hitopadesha. The Hitopadesha was composed in the 12th century, but much of its content originated in the 3rd century BCE Panchatantra , which was widely translated in India, Persia, and Arabic-speaking countries. The tales are told as counsels to wise rulers or those who would be wise, for the lessons or morals having practical application to politics and statescraft. Thus, early translations into English by Sir Edwin Arnold and Frederic Pincott retain this structure for the chapter headings and the narrative links between the tales. However, the tales, not unlike Aesop or other popular sources, are readily adaptable to the interest of children. In "The Hermit and the Mouse" is told the story of a hermit magician, sage, recluse, saint, holy man who rescues a mouse from destruction by a crow. In turn, he rescues the crow from a cat, the cat into a dog, and so forth, each time using his magic powers to transform the smaller creature into a larger one.
Long ago, in a hermitage, there lived a great sage.
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Once upon a time, near the southern city of Mahilaropyam, there was a beautiful temple of Lord Shiva God of Destruction. A holy saint was appointed as the monk for the temple. He looked after the temple and did regular Pujas. He would go to the nearby city every day for alms and come back in the evening. In this way, he managed a lot of grants and alms for himself.
Long time ago, in the jungle of Malkand, there lived a hermit named Shalakya. Everyday at dawn he would take a dip in the holy Ganges, chant mantras, and worship God. One evening when he was sitting near the banks of Ganges, he saw a small mouse hiding from the piercing eyes of a hawk. He named her Apsara. With the passing years, she became a beautiful damsel.