The Worst Best Man Novels & Stories

“Okay. So, there’s this guy—” “The one who was in here the other week?” Donny asked. I nodded. “He’s the best man at my best friend’s wedding this summer. Anyway, we’ve been spending time together. Kind of forced, kind of not. But I know he’s not good for me.” “So dump him.” Jack shrugged. “Really? That’s your solve-all answer? ‘Dump him’?” “Carry on.”

Darius told her. “You know you love us.” Joaquin teased, wiggling his brows at Darius. “Get back to work.” Darius threw a squeezed paper at him, making it land right between Joaquin's eyebrows. “Wait! I'm going to be the best man at the wedding, aren't I?” Joaquin randomly spoke. “What? No. I want to be the best man. You'll be okay as an ordinary groomsman.” That was the first time Ki-woo said anything.

He was loud and possessive. She was quiet and happy. She was smiling, and that was all that mattered to me. I had lost her once, and I wouldn't be the reason she stopped smiling. I let it go. I stood back and watched my girl become Owen's girl. I was almost the best man at their wedding. The day I saw her in the pre-wedding photos, I knew I had made a mistake. A huge one. I should have fought for her. I should have told her the truth.

She was the type to revel in drama. “Well, a best-man group is still diverging from our original ideas,” Myra retorted stubbornly. Her argument was supported by Tony, who also thought it was best for them to choose one best man. If only Lucas and Philip hadn’t taken interest in Heather at the same time… “Well, if this won’t do and that won’t do, you might as well just flip a coin to decide who gets to be the best man.” Estelle only felt like Heather was unreasonable for taking up so much of Myra and Tony’s time. The more she thought about it, the unhappier she got.

The man that always has my back no matter how. All these years, he hasn't asked for any favour. I declined the only one that he wanted. Deciding that becoming his best man was not the worst thing, I messaged him agreeing to his wish without any terms. Hope that I won't regret this decision next morning.

She moves like someone who’s forgotten how. But she’s here. Still alive. Still breathing. Behind her, a man lingers in the doorway. He does not give a damn. There’s a smirk stretched across his face, like he’s watching a dark comedy and I’m the punchline. “I’m the best man,” he announces, like this is all some kind of twisted celebration. His grin grows wider, almost boyish. Then the door clicks shut again. Mrs. Mancini doesn’t acknowledge him. Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched.

He let out a deep exhale when he saw the sisters chatting happily in the living room. He would be destroying that atmosphere in a few minutes. “Hey, ladies…” Anna jumped up excitedly. “So Damien, what do you say about being my husband’s best man? None of his military friends could make it. Please?” Best man? He froze up. He didn’t even have a normal wedding when he had his. He didn’t know a thing about being a best man and that wasn’t what was on his mind now. “How about asking me later? I want to inform you two about something first.” He sat down in front of them.

Let them write the obituaries. Let the best man win.

I could see the look of disappointment on Andrea's face because she couldn't participate in the games, her baby girl is due to pop out anytime now, so it's best for her not to be involved in physical activities. "And now, let me call on the best man to say something for the bride and the groom." The host said and I saw Grayson reluctantly stand up from his seat. He looked back at Cam and she just shooed him away toward the front, so he couldn't do anything but walk forward. I asked Gavin why he chose Grayson as his best man and he just told me, "Why not?", and I just had no rebuttal for it, so I just let him be.

“What, man?” “Oh, shit. I suck at stuff like this.” Jax shook his dark head. “Fuck. Sarah told me that I should just say it, so that’s what I’ll do.” He took a deep breath, like a man about to cliff-dive into freezing water. “Matt, will you be my best man?” “I – what?” King stared at his friend. “I – is that why you called me in here?” “Yeah.” Jax looked embarrassed. “So… you don’t want to?”