Welcome to the SWM Library! Here you will find a collection of some of the finest ubergirl fiction from across the web, contributed by our users. We do warn readers that some of the story content may get violent or contain very sexually explicit scenes, depending on the story (and author!). Authors are encouraged to provide disclaimers but please read at your own risk! Consider yourselves duly informed!
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If Kara had thought that the next few days is going to be tougher, she was right. But she had no idea how MUCH tougher it would become. The moment she woke up she felt her entire body aching from top to toe, and while it was expected, it was unpleasant. She was a bit concerned that she might not be able to keep up, and she conveyed her concerns to Bruce when she came down for breakfast, who ...
“Aren’t you afraid of me?” Kara commented to no one in particular, though it was clear she hoped there would be a response. Sitting on the settee, with her legs folded and raised against her torso, she had opened the tall glass windows out and up, and just sat looking up at the stars when the butler entered the room. “I beg your pardon Ms Linda?” Alfred Pennyworth paused in his steps before ...
“I think he can’t help but just be downright mean. Either that, or he just regards me as a lab rat.” The comments came out unbiddingly from Kara’s own mouth as she leaned her hands on the railing of open area of the 35th floor of Prince Tower that overlooks the cityscape of Gotham City. When Kara came down for breakfast slightly later than usual she was surprised to find Vampirella waiting for ...
Batman was not surprised about Kara asking for combat training to complement her strength building. In fact, he welcomed it. Though Kara would have preferred that he not make such a big deal out of it. “I’m glad that you have come to realise that to do the things that you want to do, you need to be able to face down your opponents even when the chips are down. That means preparing for the worst ...
“Come on Zor-El. What did I tell you about movement? You’re literally telegraphing each and every one of your movements ! The way you’re going today, you’re going to lick the mat so often that I'm going to force you to mop up all the sweat from it later. Did you just flushed down everything that you learnt throughout the past month down the toilet just now? Show me what you got, and hit me for ...
When the SUV pulled up onto the driveway of Midvale orphanage, Fred Danvers thought that the entire triple-storey bungalow looked a little too daunting to his liking. Large, unsightly. Slightly run down with its peeling paints and rusted railings as he drove in, the large, old structure might have a sort of appeal to those who appreciates its history and its rustic appearances. But not him. It ...
Dr Eliza Danvers, Head of Research of LunarCorp, looked at the item that she held in her hand intently. Holding it with left hand while she ran her right hand’s fingers all about the place, she let her touch guide her as she tried to feel the irregularities all across the surface. Finally she turned around and nodded to the technician Marcus, who then took it from her and started the fitting ...
“GIRLS! For the love of GOD can BOTH of you just GET UP AND COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST!!!” The familiar sound of the patter of footsteps from upper floor signified that the two young women had at least heeded the threat of armageddon that could potentially arrive from the hands of a mother such as she, and had finally dragged themselves out of bed. The screams and shouts that followed above would ...
High school. A place that mimics working society and people as a whole. A place where news and rumours can either make, or break the best of them. The fallout from that incident during the Fall dance was no different. While both young women were quickly revived in the infirmary (Alex having found some smelling salts in one of the cabinets), both Shannon Rodgers and Joanna Goodall were still sent ...
“Looks like we hit another deadend, boss.” Karen toss the pen down in frustration. It was Monday, and the interview with Stan Rodgers had just finished. The single parent had relented to an interview with Karen at the station during lunchtime, and whatever that he provided wasn’t very helpful. They were surprised to see that he turned up driving a white rental Ford instead of his BMW. Based on ...