The Worst Best Man Novels & Stories

"I know it's not something that we're accustomed to and more of an American thing, but would you be my best man, Zayed?" "Best man? What's that?" "The person who is going to witness me and my wife's union and help make it official. As my right hand, it's your right to be by my side when important life events happen. And this may be the most important one: defying my family." He grinned at me. "I'm always up to stick it to your parents." I laughed, slapping him on his free shoulder. "What do you say? Will you honor me by putting your signature on the dotted line next to ours?"

“Sir, stop grinning widely you’re making the audience feel cautious. You look like you are going to do a brutal---” He turned his look to the manager of his team, scornfully. “Not at my wedding, Inigo,” Austin warned. The guy abruptly scoffed then asked. “And why the fuck did you picked me as your best man? You have plenty of friends there.” Inigo looked at his friends, most of their faces are filled with bitterness. “I’m a busy person, sir.” He tsked as they wait for the bride. Austin mentally rolled his eyes. “They are very dramatic assholes, they’ll censure me if I pick one of them. I want to be fair.”

I choke quietly and it earns me laughing sobs from Jennifer. "Yes ma'am," Elliott chokes with enthusiasm. "You're whipped," Thomas says with a laugh. "I'm not going against the word of a pregnant woman dad, there's a difference," she says quietly and I open my eyes in time to see his reaction. "Would you consider being my best man?" He nods vigorously as tears roll rapidly down his cheeks. "I think you broke him," Jennifer says with a laugh. "He's been waiting to hear you call him that." "Shut up," Thomas chokes with a smile.

His veins showing and his fed red with madness. "It's the same thing as choosing the best girl you're going to court and women choosing the best man for them to marry. That's why they call it 'may the best man wins.." I answered in defense. "If you have a mate, you wouldn't have to go through that." He says in a warning tone as if he's warning me not to have any thoughts about being with another man which made me blush.

but I keep my composure because I know Archie would never forgive me, and my parents that are around here somewhere would disown me. After he finishes, I get ready to congratulate the couple as I am expected to. I will be the best man anyway. I take a deep breath as I see Oliver and Mary congratulating them. Leticia looks so fake. How can they not see it? The way she looks at Mary as if she is inferior to her. Argh, I wouldn't say I like her guts. I hug Archie and whisper in his ear, “big mistake, my friend” Archie shakes his head slightly, and I move on, pulling Leticia into a hug, offering her a big fake smile like hers. People actually think we get on. How can’t they see past this?

My duffel falls down but one of them picks it up and they both drag me back to my doom, back to Aunt Stacey's house. They leave me once we're in the living room making me fall on my knees and my bag is thrown beside me. "It's so pathetic that she tried to run" a cold emotionless voice fills the room and a shiver moves down my spine. I look up to see Mr Kriss eyes on mine and fear immediately sweeps through me. This man is a terror with a capital T and I can't believe I'll be marrying this man. "Do not ever try that, do you hear me?". He warns authoritatively and I look back at my Aunt who looks apologetically at me.

“Come on, don’t say that, James. Maybe my sister-in-law here– Oh, right, ex–sister-in-law, was just hungry.” The event manager hurried over, taking one look at my plain outfit. His tone was polite but firm. “Ma’am, tonight’s event is a private banquet welcoming Mr. Daniel Howard, the wealthiest man in Alcatraz, along with his family. We can’t allow any unrelated guests. Please show your invitation.” Before I could speak, James raised a hand like he was being magnanimous and gave me a pitying look. “Seven years… I thought you’d at least be living better by now.”

Like a work of art, it was painful to see it cut up and it was easily consumed by all the guests in a snap. It's 9PM and everyone has finished dinner, and all the guests are suitably liquored up.Sitting at the head table with the bridal party, I nod at Tristan. It's time for the best man's speech. He inhales quickly, I can see the nervousness on his face as he takes out a few cue cards from the inside pocket of his jacket. I think the best man's or maid of honour's speech is the hardest speech, the one that carries the most pressure. People want sentiment, comic relief, and embarrassing stories all in one.

He has known S’bu for twenty years and in that time he could not recall anytime when he gave up on something he wanted. The next time we meet, we will be preparing for your wedding then, Omesh said picking up his bag. Let me go prepare my best man speech, Clarence said picking up his bag. Wow, wow,wow! Let’s be clear with one thing. You can all be whatever you want at his wedding but the best man part is taken, Menzi said objecting. What makes you think you can be a better best man than me? Clarence asked standing in front of Menzi.

He is always sweet and gentle to me. Saicki's POV If it is not Dhaxzy, I would literally beat them up right in front of this guests. But, I don't want to sleep on the sofa in our first night. "Okay, now for the message." The emcee announces. "Best man." I phew, I am safe. Good thing our best man is Mier. I am about to clap my hands but all of my friends stayed on the stage. Are they fucking planning to ruin my wedding?