Dunk Tank Story Novels & Stories

"Kelly, knows this story, of course, and I think Mark and Drake might, or might have heard rumors. So... back in high school, I used to have a nickname. "Dunk the Dong!" Mark yelled, drawing laughter from everyone. Duncan chuckled and shook his head affirmatively. "Yeah, Duncan the Dong, or Dunk the Dong. This is how I got the nickname." "We know you've got a shovel in your pants," Drake said, grinning. Molly slapped his arm playfully. "Shush, I wanna hear this." "You and every other woman here," he replied, drawing laughs.

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

“You did what?” I took a deep breath and told her absolutely everything that had happened since that fateful night. I told her about the fake relationship deal that had quickly become very real, about Stone’s intense, burning obsession with my face, the dangerous club politics, the ugly accusations at the rest stop, Raven’s bitter lies, and the wild club run down the highway. I purposely left out the most violent, bloody details about Tank's punishment in the basement, but I absolutely did not sugarcoat just how intense and terrifying my life had become.

"Few pieces. This one's my favorite though - got it when I finished my certification." "Beautiful work," I say, admiring how the shading creates depth. My fingers itch to trace the lines, but I keep my hands firmly on my beer. "You ride at all?" Tank asks. "Not yet. Dad always promised to teach me but..." She trails off, pushing food around her plate. "I could show you sometime," Tank offers quickly. Connell clears his throat from across the table. "Already got that handled, thanks for your… eagerness, Tank. He says snidely. If this was a pissing contest, Connell just cocked his leg and marked Dolores.

The entire front of the building was glass and I could see dozens of people in multiple states of sweat working out in the facility. Tank parked the car and handed me a tiny vial. “Just get this into his drink,” he instructed. “I’ll be in the car.” He leaned forward and looked at my breasts. I was amused until he reached for me. I realized he had been looking for a place to put them microphone.

Whenever he was strapped, he hit Dory up for a loan. This had been the drill for over two years now. Their nest egg? Gone. Dunk, lost to the gambling bug, had been jobless since last fall. Hearing this, Dory's world went black. The voice on the phone was still yammering on. "Dory, your dad didn't mean for any of this. I just wanted to help out with the bills, but then... Look, I promise, once this debt's cleared, I'm done gambling for good!"

It was brilliant. I was working out in the clubhouse’s onsite gym when I heard my name being called. “Tank!” “Down in the gym!” I called back to Axel. I still smiled every time somebody called me Tank. It reminded me of my mom and dad. I was a big baby when I was born, a 9 pounder. Solid. My dad would say I was built like a tank, and its stuck with me since.

Kim replied. "Ah, I bet you're the one my Old lady told me about. She said you offered to help, but this snooty bitch refused to let you. She also said you stood up for her and quit." Mohawk replied. "I'm Tank by the way." "I'm Kim. And yep, that was me. I'll just be going now." Kim replied. "Not so fast red. You look familiar. Where do I know you from?" Tank asked. Kim just shrugged her shoulders. She didn't explain she had been hanging with the Vet MC since she didn't know if they were rivals or not.

He wanted to vent his depression and anger through this dunk. Dunks had always been the highest scoring method in basketball, and the error rate was extremely low. In everyone's view, Zhong Anguo's dunk was bound to win. But right when the ball in his hand was heading towards the basket from top to bottom, suddenly a big hand reached out and slapped the ball again. Originally, with Zhong Anguo's height of 1.95 meters and weight of nearly 100 kilograms, coupled with this violent heavy dunk, the strength in the ball would be huge. Ordinary people would not dare to stop it at all.