The Worst Best Man Novels & Stories

“Shoot, sorry. That came out wrong. I…um…go ahead Jordyn. This is your thing.” Jordyn took Dakota’s hand and turned his eyes to me. “I’d like you to be my best man, or best woman, I guess. If that’s okay with you?” he asked. I faltered. Best man? I hadn’t seen that coming. “I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Dakota said. “You two are so close. It makes perfect sense that you’d stand up for Jordyn at the wedding.” I was touched, honestly touched. I nodded. “I’d be honored,” I said.

Phoenix asked. "Who is going to be your best man, now that you both are engaged?" Chance said and I turned to Lana who sat beside me. She looked at Chance disbelief. "Best man?" Declan asked. "Yeah, best man. I think you should pick me." Chance said pointing at himself. "This is so childish." Aria said. "I deserve to be one because he kicked me out." Angelo said and Declan sighed. "He kicked me out too! Since I'm the last person that-"

Jax, one of them said. "That's what marriage does to you. It makes the baddest of all the best guys," Rocco said, making fun of me. "That's just the fish story that has been propagated. I'm a married man and I still have as much fun as I need," Zane said. "We aren't the same, buddy. You're at the last stage of divorce," I replied to Zane and he burst out laughing. "Wait till it's official. Right now, I'm still married," Zane said.

“Well, as the exclusive shareholder of the Halton Company, I am deeply grateful for what you have done to me so far. For your endless matchmaking until we were in this event again, to not give up on us. Truly, you’re the best man here.” He laughed, “Yes,” he flaunted his expensive coat and pants before smirking and resuming, “Your best man here will now find his best woman.” I chuckled. “I’m sorry,” I lowered my head, pursing my lips, “Maybe… if things didn’t happen, I’d be seeing you with Elisa by now.”

Abigail let out a breath. “You know he's the best man for the wedding, right?” Cassandra nodded. “But he can't make it because he's not... well.” “Oh yeah. He wanted me to let you and José know that he's very sorry.” Abigail nodded. “It was hard finding a replacement on such short notice so we had to go with the last person anyone would want as their best man.” Cassandra chuckled. “Who?” she asked, stuffing her face with some more ice cream. “Chris Graham” Abigail whispered.

One email from Alex made me physically sick: "My beautiful Sarah, you're right. Lily is pathetic. I only married her because I was lonely and hurt after we broke up. Biggest mistake of my life. She's nothing compared to you - she's plain, boring, needy. She cries at everything and has no backbone. Sometimes I look at her and wonder how I ever thought I could love someone so weak. But soon I'll be free of her, and we can have the life we were meant to have. You're the only woman I've ever truly loved. The only woman I could ever love."

He was perfectly calm, magazine in hand, legs crossed, as if this wasn't the kind of thing that could break me. I hurled the paper back at him. “This is shit, right?” “Does it look like it?” he asked, finally speaking. Of course, now he can talk. What a dick. “I am not getting married to someone I’ve never even met,” I said, making Kim jump out of her seat. “Wait…who’s getting married?” she asked. “Daddy dearest wants me to marry some random girl,” I spat, sarcasm sharp enough to sting. Mom straightened, eyes flicking from me to her husband, a silent plea there I hadn't expected.

Nothing comes up except a couple of miserable dry gags. Then he splashes water on his face like he’s trying to wake himself from a nightmare. Now I’m the one who’s supposed to be doing this. The groom. The guy about to get legally shackled. I’m supposed to be the nervous wreck. Instead, my best man looks like he just saw the ghost of every bad decision he ever made. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He jerks his head up, staring at me as if my voice scared him. “If only,” he mutters hoarsely. “I’m fudging screwed.”

I ask shyly and he looks at me surprised. -Of courseware! I'm trying not to take offence. We're gonna be each other's Best Men! Our wedding is gonna be the same day and we're gonna dress the same. I'm gonna be with my beautiful bride and you with your hot husband! We gotta find you a handsome one I'm still not giving up on you! Honeybee you're my best man, my best friend, my best everything. We're even closer than brothers! I smile at him and curse myself for my insecurities over my boring personality.

“Mr. Ray, don’t get me blushing.” Both men laughed and then the laughter died. “Would you kindly do me the honor of being my best man?” Michael asked. “Sure. I will.” “Thank you so much.” “You’re welcome. I guess I need to get myself a suit. What color?” “Gray. I’ll foot the bill.” “No. What are friends for?” “Now I’m the one who’s gonna blush,” Michael remarked. “Uh-huh. Gosh, how did this happen? My wife is the maid of honor and I’m now the best man.”