Funniest Tank Names Novels & Stories

“True. Dad’d skin us alive if we upset the queen bee, even now.” Kane twisted the wire cutters. “Anyway, I’m thinkin’ about changin’ my name.” Kade laughed. “Right.” “I’m serious. Something that don’t start with a ‘K’ or a ‘C’ like everyone in this damn family.” “How about…Dick?” “How about you fuck off, smartass?” Kade grinned. “So whatcha thinkin’? Bubba? Spud? Deuce? Fred? Ethyl?”

Incredulity in his words, but a certain spot of adrenalized excitement coursed in Derrick's veins. "Duh. We've been waiting months for a chance to test out our skills against a master." Damn his brothers. Finding something athletic they could do that Derrick could handle. Assholes with their mushy caring made the dust levels rise in the room again. Naomi yanked something from her large handbag. Ratt-a-tat. She shook the can of spray paint. "So what do you think we should call dumbass? Grumpy Beast. Lazarus." "I've got a better one." A racing name that would drive Janine mental.

Kaze smiled and suddenly approached Tank. He raised his hand. Smack! Kaze’s palm came down hard on Tank’s face, and the latter was nearly knocked off his feet. Kaze asked with a smile, “It wasn’t insulting enough that I trashed the cars, but is this humiliating enough for you?” Hiss… Gasps filled the club. Silence ensued. The air was thick with tension. The group suspected their eyes were playing tricks on them. Tank, the mogul of the South River Group, was well-known in the investment industry like Samson. Even the most prominent families would rub shoulders and treat him with respect.

Things he didn't want to remember. "Nothing. You did your job. You kept me whole." "I made you a fucking pincushion." "I wasn't...as strong back then." Ghost's fingers slowed and he stared up at the wall, at a point above the monitors. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Do you know what Tank stood for? In the beginning?" "Tactical and neutralizing something..." "Tactical, assault, and neutralizing combat unit. TANC." He shrugged. "I bet someone thought they were real cleaver calling it the Tank Project. The pills, the injections, they kept us together."

Tank asked him "That's not important. I need a face to the name" I said to him "He's a white dude but kinda Latino and he has a snake tattoo from his neck to his left arm. He's skinny a little shorter than me with a curvy figure. His hair is in a long blonde ponytail" He said to me "Oh Fuck" Tank muttered

" Tank, her new boyfriend, stood at a towering six-and-a-half feet, with muscles that could rival watermelons. He belonged to a biker club called the Gold Vipers. I had only met him twice, and I couldn't deny that he intimidated me. It wasn't that he had been anything but polite, but there was an air of danger surrounding him—a sense of unlawfulness that made me uneasy. Krystal seemed oblivious to it all, or maybe she just didn't care. Her father had left many years ago, and her mother, Bonnie, had never been much of an influential figure. So perhaps she craved the excitement that Tank brought into her life. "I wonder if he has something for me," Krystal pondered, her blue eyes sparkling wit

I pouted when he didn’t answer me. “Want to know a secret?” I gave him a big smile, leaned into him, stepped on the tip of my toes, and put a hand to the side of my mouth to whisper to him. “In my mind, I call you Tank Man.” I laughed hard as soon as I told him. “Tank Man, you get it? ‘Cause you’re all macho-macho.” I stretched my arms out wide, trying to mimic his broad build. “You should stop drinking.” He said, not impressed with me.

“She’s worth more than your face, you mouthy mongrel.” Letting out a sigh, I made a U-turn where Hogan was and paced down the passage again. Tank was busy sitting in a chair with his leg crossed on his thigh. He was flipping through the latest issue of House of Women's Couture magazine that he snatched from the side table. “Well, hello, my future wife,” Tank muttered with a pleasing tilt at the corner of his lips, extremely invested in the bikini section. “Which pack are you from, sexy lady?” “Boss, relax. Nia’s not in trouble. We'll be home before you know it,” Hogan stressed and eagerly suggested, “Let’s drink tonight.”

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.

Craig tilted his head and added, “Zac, I really didn’t think your mom would be that fragile. Can’t she take a simple prank? “Also, your mom is such a poser. She doesn’t know anything about diving, but she still wants to do it anyway. It’s like she was asking for trouble.” Rage surged within me when I heard that. It did not matter whether Adeline was posing or not. There was no justification for harming her. Even I, who did not know much about diving, knew that turning off someone’s scuba tank underwater was extremely dangerous. How could he say it like it was just a harmless prank? “A prank? Do you realize that this falls under attempted murder?” Just as I was about to confront him, Ruth sho