The Worst Best Man Novels & Stories

I bit my bottom lip and shrunk against him. "Do you think I should be making him best man?" I asked softly, knowing Sylar was going to be upset- big time. "I think you need to talk with him alone together over your decision." "I think I'll just have two best men," I decided. "Rei can complain about it, but I think you both deserve it." "You can't have two best men at your wedding, you can only have one. Pick one of us or none of us. Did you even ask if he had a best man picked out?"

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.

I smile a caress his face with my left hand, “You’re the best man I’ve ever met in my entire life apart from my dead father and also my living father, regardless that he didn't believe me when Hennesy blamed me for what happened but he's still one of the best fathers I have had, he loved me like his real daughter and that's rare to find, and so back to you, I want you to know that you are the best husband anyone can ask for, and I’m lucky we crossed part by chance” “So you won't hate me right?”

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.”

Like he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing. My fury surges like a wave, slamming into my chest. “You want to get off the ship? Are you fucking serious right now? The wedding’s in less than two weeks!” I close the distance between us, standing so close I can see the pulse ticking in his neck. “What the hell am I supposed to tell Becca? What do I say when people ask why my best man bailed like a goddamn coward?” He flinches — barely — but it’s enough. His eyes shift away, jaw clenched tight.

I didn't interrupt, folding my arms across my chest. For all his faults and our disagreements, they didn't matter at this moment. Because I got to watch two of my favourite people come together in harmony. And I have to tell you … it's the best feeling in the world.

he cleared his throat and he cheekily smile "Can you suggest Vicenzo that I will be the best man? " My lips parted, taken aback with his request. But later on I laugh and I grinned at him playfully. I think I already know why. I heard that him and Greco together with his other cousin is having a bet about who will be the best man in our wedding. "Okay" I agree "Just a suggestion, but I won't force Saint" I make clear to him. Its Vicenzo's decision not mine. So I won't intervene with that. I'll just suggest.