The Worst Best Man Novels & Stories

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.”

Imran rose. "I didn't actually prepare any speech, cause I don't have to be prepared to talk about my brother in-law/ best man anywhere. I recall two and half years ago, Irfan stood on this podium giving a speech about me, and he said since I was getting married, he had hope he would get married also. And here we are, Alhamdulillah, Allah let us witness this blessed day. The day where my best friend is getting boo'd up with by baby sis, which you have nothing to worry about sis, you have fallen in the right hands, cause he must take care of you, that I assure you, and if you don't, Irfan you are my best friend you know what I can do. The whole crowd laughed at his threat.

“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?”

"... Today, I have the honour and the privilege to be Best Man to Michael.... I turn to my friend who smiles brightly. But his smile has a nervous edge. Wondering what I'm going to say.... "... When his marriage to Charlotte here was being discussed, Michael accepted my heavily dropped hints that I would like to be his Best Man. But only after I pointed out that, since, as I am often reminded, I am fond of the sound of my own voice, who better to give this speech? "And so, it fell to me to ensure that this day turns out well and that everyone has a good time. I did my best, but I'm afraid Michael showed up anyway..." Chuckles and titters mark a joke successfully delivered. My stomach settles

Nina never imagined that saving her family would come at the cost of her freedom. When her father’s company falls into financial ruin, Nina discovers that the only way to save everything her family has built is through an arranged marriage with the one man she has spent years despising—billionaire Alex Sterling. Alex is arrogant, cold, and infuriatingly impossible to read. Their history is filled with arguments, rivalry, and enough resentment to last a lifetime. Now, they are expected to become husband and wife. Neither of them wants this marriage. Alex makes it clear that he has no intention of falling in love with his new wife, while Nina refuses to let a marriage contract cont

“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.”

I could hear the edge in his voice, the one he used when he wanted to control the room. “You’re threatening me,” I said softly. “I’m reminding you,” he corrected smoothly. “People talk. If word gets around that you walked off during a wedding, especially my wedding, it won’t look good. You know how this industry works.” My hand trembled. “You’d really do that?” He hesitated, then said, almost gently, “You made me look like a fool, Isla. During my vows. I had to improvise, smile through it while my guests whispered. What did you expect me to do? Pretend it didn’t bother me?”