Sinder X Novels & Stories

" Even though I didn't feel like it, I smiled and thanked them all before shuffling off so the show could continue. Those shorts were my last piece. I'd managed only to complete a mere half of what I'd planned on. Reason? Because I'd lost a part of me. The only man I'd ever loved had moved on and no longer wanted me. I bit my lip at the telltale burning behind my eyes and tried to focus on the models moving down the runway. Tesko's pieces were being modeled to fast-paced electronic music. He was a beautifully muscled African-American with locks, and he'd managed to clock in close to one million dollars. His pieces were phenomenal, non-seasonal. Not that I'd wear such mundane styling, but the