The Worst Best Man Novels & Stories

I muttered. “But you can sleep with a man thrice your age and you wouldn't mind?” he teased, I almost choked out laughing. “That's actually a very different case. So don't get this started between us.” “Is it?’ “Yes it is,” I said, shaking my head. “Onr is a terrible decision and the other is worse than anything I had ever imagined.” Lucas bursted out laughing. He laughed really hard, and in my eyes he didn't look like the cold controlled man everyone was used to.

Dalton said and laughter roared in the guests. Sebastian also laughed heartily and Hannah couldn't help the small smile that crept on her face. "What a pleasure it is to be the best man at this wedding. Bass made me compete for this honour today, but I was able to beat Grayson over there in rock-paper-scissors, so here I am!” he added and more laughter filled the room. "Bass told me if I do a good job today I can be the best man at his next wedding too,” he smirked

My chest tightens. “Me too.” He runs his hand through his hair. “He trusted me,” he says quietly. I nod. “He gave you his car.” Grayson exhales shakily. “I don’t want to fail him.” “You won’t.” He looks at me. “You don’t know that.” I step closer. “Yes, I do.” He searches my face. “You’re the best man I know.” His eyes soften. “And you,” he whispers, “are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

was my simple answer. "Anyway, who's the best man?" "Should Markus? Isn't Rage with Revo, then I'm with Morris. You know, blood-related," Jonas said. "And who will be Markus' best man? Rage?" Morris asked in mockery. "Don't touch Markus, Morris! You know that's sensitive when it comes to weddings. Don't hurt our friend," Livius said. Markus glared at Livius. "Shut up, fucker." "I'm the best man. It’s Elena’s wedding, after all," Livius said.

At least, not yet. "First of all, I want to correct you. I didn't make love to you, I fucked you and I know you liked that so much. To answer your question concerning me being a bad friend. I'm a terrible friend, actually." The man says so easily that Saint blinks at him, clearly confused.

-ANASTASIA- When your maid of honor becomes your best man ‘You might think why am I saying that? Well my friends it is true. I know someone who has to be the best man because he can’t be the maid of honor. It is funny but when you think of it, it actually makes sense. And any friend shouldn’t be disappointed in becoming a best man.

Michael asked with his eyebrows raised, as he seemed to be saying that it was all a privilege for him to be my best man on my special day. “Oh…. didn't bother all about it. You're my best friend and that makes you the best man for the job…” I stopped midway as his brows furrowed in seeming annoyance. “What…? But that's the truth…” “The truth? The truth is that you're privileged to have me as your best man. You had no idea just how many people desired to have this opportunity that you're taking for granted.” Michael seemed quite confident and that was even more annoying.

His shirt is wrinkled and riding up his stomach, and there’s a faint splash of water on the front—probably from when he tried to splash his face clean and missed. He groans and collapses into the second couch, hand covering his eyes. “Man, I gotta call in sick,” he mutters. I huff a dry laugh. “You’ll be fine.” “I feel like there’s a cannibal inside me slowly eating its way out.” His voice is hoarse. “You’re the worst best man ever. You should’ve looked out for me. Now it’s looking like there isn’t going to be a wedding today.” I sit up slightly, resting my elbows on my knees. Before I can think to stop myself, I hear the words slide out of my mouth:

Harvey casually sipped his tea. “You’re in the top-rated circle, and you’re also from a wealthy family. What? You’re just going to scare me off? “Before you do, I’m curious… “Since you’ve been acting so dignified, do you actually think you’re the best man of Country H? “Is nobody else comparable to you in your eyes?” Even before Blaine said anything, Aunt Witby was already showing a cold smile. “Of course, he’s the best! “An ignorant fool like you wouldn’t get it!

He grinned. I let out a break to calm myself down. Today was my wedding day. I could not go to jail for killing my best man. “My only male cousin is getting married and I was not asked to be a groomsman.” I fought a scowl as the both of us turned around. Marcus Thorne. A thorn on my side from the beginning of time. My aunt’s only son. “Mark.” I smiled at him, though it came more as a grimace. “I think I already let you know that I was not taking any groomsmen.” I gestured to Peter. “The only reason this prick is my best man is because grandpa was not having it.”