iReader-Story, Novel & E-book Competitive Intelligence｜Ad Analysis by SocialPeta

Competitive intelligence is the first step in our marketing intelligence work and one of the most important parts. Only when we understand the details of our competitors can we formulate a correct and effective marketing strategy.

In this report, SocialPeta analyzes the iReader-Story, Novel & E-book's ad analysis from multiple aspects and helps you see the competitive intelligence of top grossing apps iReader-Story, Novel & E-book.

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1. Basic Information of iReader-Story, Novel & E-book

App Name : iReader-Story, Novel & E-book

Logo：

OS : iOS

Network : Facebook,Audience Network,Instagram

Developer : HK IReader Technology Limited

Publisher : Instagram,Facebook,Fotor - Photo Editor&Collage,GulogGratis,OLX Classifieds,SmartNews: Local Breaking News

Total creative ads during the time period : 10,000

Duration : 851

Popularity : 1,163,440

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2. iReader-Story, Novel & E-book’s Competitive Intelligence

what is competitive intelligence? Competitive intelligence is the most important part of our marketing. Only when we fully understand the overall situation of our competitors and the market can we make accurate judgments.

Before advertising, we usually use various tools, such as SocialPeta, to check the details of competitors' ads. In this report, we will analyze the recent advertising performance of advertiser iReader-Story, Novel & E-book in detail to understand its advertising strategy.

Trend of Category

There are many types of creatives. We mainly analyze the trend of the ad creative category of iReader-Story, Novel & E-book in the recent period. As of 2021-03-15, among the iReader-Story, Novel & E-book‘s ad creative, the Html category's proportion is 0.0%, Video category's proportion is 44.15%, Playable Ads category's proportion is 0.0%, Image category's proportion is 55.85%, Carousel category's proportion is 0.0%.

Ad Network Analysis

The network that SocialPeta monitors can cover almost all mainstream channels in the world. Understanding the competitor's advertising channels is the first step in marketing work. According to the analysis of SocialPeta, we can see that in the date of 2021-03-15, iReader-Story, Novel & E-book's the proportion of networks impressions are placed like this:

Facebook's proportion is 36.51%,

Instagram's proportion is 35.17%,

Messenger's proportion is 14.16%,

Audience Network's proportion is 14.16%,

's proportion is .

In the date of 2021-03-15, iReader-Story, Novel & E-book‘s network with the most ads is Facebook and its proportion is 31.44%.

3. Top 3 Ad Creative Analysis of iReader-Story, Novel & E-book

This is the detailed information of the top three ad creatives with the best performance among all ad creatives of iReader-Story, Novel & E-book. We can see some advertising trends.

Top 1 Ad Creative of iReader-Story, Novel & E-book

Ad Details ：

Headline ：Click to Install and Continue Reading👉

Text ：The bell rang loudly as everyone scattered across the hallway. When the chitter-chatter and the gossips began, everyone knew it was breaktime in Eastcrow High School. I passed through the group of girls talking about one of our professors—he newly joined and every single one of them were on him, attacking him through words. Most of the girls in my school loved old men for some absurd reason and the school continued to hire them—handsome and old.
Everyone had some kind of taste and so did I, however, it was less ridiculous compared to the other girls—just a little desire burning inside me since I started reading certain, naughty books.
"I would spread my legs for him," one of the girls said as I walked past her. Another one of them moaned out loudly at the thought of our new professor.
"Mhm, Mr. Malcum, daddy." Thankfully, Mr. Malcolm wasn't anywhere around the hallways as it was break or he'd probably get a stroke out of what the girls were saying.
As they continued, I threw my books inside the locker and slammed it close. It had been just a few hours studying and I already felt exhausted. Once I closed my locker, I decided to head towards the cafeteria and buy my self lunch as my Mom forgot to pack some. Just as I turned around, I came to face to face with Scott—our high school bad boy.
"Going somewhere?" he questioned as he leaned closer. His pack of boys stood in front of me with a grin plastered on their faces. They all were tall, handsome and violent in one way or another. The leader of the pack was Scott—he trained them all to be bullies—specifically, my bullies.
Ever since I joined Eastcrow High School, all hell went loose. No one ever accepted me for some reason. The girls scurried away from me like I was a serial killer and the boys didn't even dare to glance at me. Whenever I walked past any of them, they'd whisper and look at me with disgust lingering in their eyes. I had no idea what I had done. I wasn't that ugly. The sudden change in lifestyle bought down my self-esteem and I always wondered what's wrong with me.
It was recently that I learned through an ear of mine that Scott had been pushing away all the girls and guys in the school, telling them I didn't shower for days, I stank, I did this and all that messed up stuff.
For what?
Nothing.
"Go away, I don't have time to deal with you," I snapped back at Scott. His brows scrunched up and he pouted.
"No time for me?" His voice suddenly changed but it was all an act. "I don't think so, baby, I make the rules here." He tugged away my bag from me and handed it over to the boys who checked it.
"Nothing in here," One of the boys responded.
I continued to look straight into his burning eyes.
"My Mom didn't pack any snacks so could I have my bag back?" I questioned as I pulled out my hand. My Mom usually gave me a few chocolates and chips before she dropped me off to school. Even though I was eighteen, she didn't stop. It was an act of love but on certain days, she'd forget.
Scott backed away from me and asked one of his friends to spill all my books on the floor. Everything scattered in a snap of a moment. All the contents of my bag were soon on the floor.
I spat on his face and grabbed my bag before gathering my things that fell out.
"Oh, Brianna, since when did you start using those words?" Scott asked as he laughed along with his friends. I rolled my eyes and continued to grab my things from the floor. Once I was done, I got up and zipped up the bag. I hung it on my shoulders and walked away from Scott and his stupid group of friends.
It had been a couple of months now since I was going to this school but not once Scott showed any mercy. On the first day itself, he spilled chocolate milk over me as a welcoming party. I didn't know what kind of grudge he had against me. I had done nothing to harm him. I doubted he'd be harmed by anyone like me in the first place.
I sat alone in the cafeteria and ate my lunch while reading one of my books that I had bought with myself. It was an novel filled with forbidden scenes and stories. I loved reading these kinds of books as they made me feel different — only if I had someone to try out these things with.
A few minutes passed by in silence and tranquility but then he appeared in front of me.
"Always reading," Scott grabbed the book from my hands and I choked on my food. He couldn't read it as he'd bully me more if he knew what I was reading.
"Give it back to me!" I exclaimed as I yelled out for it but the other boys threw me back on the bench. Horror went through my body as I watched Scott read the book.
The smile from his face disappeared as his eyes quickly read the lines I had been reading a few minutes earlier. I swallowed hard and tried to reach for it again but the boys didn't let me take it.
"Oh!" He said with surprise. "Is that what you read, Brianna? And here I thought you'd be reading something knowledgeable."
I ripped away the book from his hand at once and packed my stuff all over again. The boys grinned and laughed at what Scott had told them.
"I never thought you were that kind of girl. Does mommy knows what her daughter has been reading?" He taunted while blocking me to leave the cafeteria. Thankfully, he wasn't loud so the other girls around me couldn't hear what he was saying. This was first-hand embarrassment and all I wanted to do was leave right away.
"Let me go," I pleaded as I got up again.
Their bulky bodies hovered over me and I slumped back down.
"Say please, daddy," Scott teased. It was the part I had been reading. The woman was calling her boyfriend daddy while he went to bed with her. It was just a kink a few women liked.
"No,"
"Then you aren't going anywhere,"
I slammed my lips shut and folded my hands across my chest. How was I going to get out of here now? The boys removed their cellphones and began to record. I wasn't going to call Scott daddy at any circumstances.
"Say it. You know you want too,"
"Go away."
"Not until you say the word, Brianna." He waited. "Come on, say it and I will let you go for the day."
My fists curled up with anger and my claws dug deep inside my flesh. I took in a deep breath before uttering the word he had been wanting to hear, "Please, daddy, let me go."
Scott backed away and allowed me to leave.

Chapter 2
I kicked my locker with my feet and leaned against it. What had I just done? Scott always got everything in his way. He was spoiled and rich with well-known parents that supported his manic behavior. Everything was under his fingers and yet, he still wanted to torment me.
As I got a hold of my self, I took out my next class books and walked inside. It was an English Literature class — one of my favorites. I took my seat in the corner of the room and continued to read the book while the rest of the class filled up. I wasn't going to stop reading just because someone found out what I was reading.
When our English teacher walked in, I closed my book and set it aside. The seat next to me was still empty as no one liked sitting beside the unusual girl. Just before Ms. Smith could start with her class, the door burst open and Scott walked in.
"You're late, Scott." The teacher said.
"I was in the washroom, Jesus." He grunted and walked inside. His eyes lingered around the class and then landed on me.
"Alright, take a seat and then we can get started." Ms. Smith said.
My heart skipped a beat as Scott took the seat beside mine. Why was he sitting next to me? What did he want to do now? Wasn't it enough for one day? Was he going to force out 'daddy' from me again? I pushed my book inside my bag so he couldn't see it.
The class started in a few. We were reading a short poem and describing the terms used. I stayed quiet the entire time as Scott was seated beside me. I didn't want to erupt in another conversation with him. While I was working on my notes, I felt something slid against my skirt. When I looked down, I found Scott's hand on my legs, caressing my thighs. My breathing hitched as I cocked my head to his direction.
What was he doing?
I couldn't say anything as the class was in a pin drop silence and even a single sound would turn heads towards me. I didn't want attention.
I tried to pull his hands away from my body but he kept a tight hold on my leg. The more I fought back, the higher he went and it stopped when he reached my panties.
Not there.
"Spread your legs for daddy," He whispered in my ear as his thumb rubbed circles around my panties. I gasped in surprise as something inside me rose. Submitting to Scott, I did it. It was getting hard to focus on the poem when his hand was inside me — literally.
"Mhm," He smirked as his fingers brushed against me, causing me to squirm with pleasure. I closed my eyes and bit my lips tightly as one of his thick fingers forced itself inside my tight opening.
"So tight," I heard him mumble under his breath. I wrapped my hand around his wrist as his thumb rubbed my private part. Shivers of ecstasy ran down my spine as my thighs clenched around his hand. My moisture beaded around his finger as he pulled out and then pushed it back inside.
I gripped onto the wooden table and tried my best to maintain my control but I wasn't sure how much longer I could.
"Alright. Times up! We are going to discuss about the poem now." The teacher stood up from her desk and said. Panic welled in my throat as I watched her walk around the class. Scott's fingers were still inside me and he had no intention of moving them away. "Brianna...what does the line 'and tho shall be the rebel of the lands' mean?" she snapped her attention at me and asked.
A small gasp escaped my throat as I raised my head. Everyone's eyes were on me whilst Scott's finger was inside me. Nothing came out of me.
"Brianna?" Ms. Smith said. "Everything okay? Is Scott disturbing you?" she asked with concern. The teachers were aware of how Scott treated me—but they didn't know what he was doing now.
"Yes, yes, everything is okay. I just...don't understand the line."
"Alright. Not a problem!" Ms. Smith looked at another girl and asked her the question.
I sighed with relief and pushed down my skirt to cover up the wet mess that had formed in a few minutes.
As soon as the class ended, Scott grabbed my wrist and dragged me to an empty classroom. My body shuddered with fear as I clutched onto my textbooks tightly. What was he going to do with me now? It was too much for a day. He needed to stop.
"I have my math's class...I've to go," I stuttered.
Scott pushed me inside the empty classroom. He pulled the blinds down and then locked the door. My heart was almost at my throat, pounding with fear and desire.
"Oh, baby, you are going to fix something before you leave from this room." He stated.
I didn't understand what he meant until I didn't look down at his jeans.
"I didn't do that!" I quickly exclaimed.
"Yes, you did so turn around and show me your pretty little thing." He ordered as he got closer to me. I gulped down and backed away from him.
What?
I fought back with the urge but eventually gave in, "Here?"
"Where else?" He turned me around and pushed my body against the wooden table. He raised my skirt and then pulled my panties away.
"Red? Nice choice. Who were you impressing?" His tone deepened as he asked.
"No one," I replied back. His palm landed on my body and I squirmed with the throbbing sensation running down my legs. What was he doing to me? I looked back and found Scott unzipping his pants — as soon as his pants were off, that of him sprang out mercilessly and it was terribly large and hard.
"That's not going fit inside me," My eyes were still widened with his size. I had never seen a real one in my life, only in movies.
"Don't worry, I will make sure it fits."
"Oh god." I breathed out heavily while rubbing my clit with my fingers. This was no finger or dildo inside me. There was a pinch of pain as Scott entered me halfway. I winced and moved my hips eagerly, taking more of his girth inside me. My insides felt as if they were being completely stretched out — to an extent that I didn't even imagine.
With a final thrust, he was completely inside me.
"Brianna." He grabbed my hair and our bodies touched against each other.
"Do it." I screamed out of pleasure with every thrust. That was ruthless just as him — driving me completely crazy.
"You wanted this, hum? It fills you up,"
"Yes, yes,"
“Yes what?”
"Yes, daddy."

❤️❤️❤️Book Title:Submitting To The Bully

Top 2 Ad Creative of iReader-Story, Novel & E-book

Ad Details ：

Headline ：Click to Install and Continue Reading👉

Text ：The bell rang loudly as everyone scattered across the hallway. When the chitter-chatter and the gossips began, everyone knew it was breaktime in Eastcrow High School. I passed through the group of girls talking about one of our professors—he newly joined and every single one of them were on him, attacking him through words. Most of the girls in my school loved old men for some absurd reason and the school continued to hire them—handsome and old.
Everyone had some kind of taste and so did I, however, it was less ridiculous compared to the other girls—just a little desire burning inside me since I started reading certain, naughty books.
"I would spread my legs for him," one of the girls said as I walked past her. Another one of them moaned out loudly at the thought of our new professor.
"Mhm, Mr. Malcum, daddy." Thankfully, Mr. Malcolm wasn't anywhere around the hallways as it was break or he'd probably get a stroke out of what the girls were saying.
As they continued, I threw my books inside the locker and slammed it close. It had been just a few hours studying and I already felt exhausted. Once I closed my locker, I decided to head towards the cafeteria and buy my self lunch as my Mom forgot to pack some. Just as I turned around, I came to face to face with Scott—our high school bad boy.
"Going somewhere?" he questioned as he leaned closer. His pack of boys stood in front of me with a grin plastered on their faces. They all were tall, handsome and violent in one way or another. The leader of the pack was Scott—he trained them all to be bullies—specifically, my bullies.
Ever since I joined Eastcrow High School, all hell went loose. No one ever accepted me for some reason. The girls scurried away from me like I was a serial killer and the boys didn't even dare to glance at me. Whenever I walked past any of them, they'd whisper and look at me with disgust lingering in their eyes. I had no idea what I had done. I wasn't that ugly. The sudden change in lifestyle bought down my self-esteem and I always wondered what's wrong with me.
It was recently that I learned through an ear of mine that Scott had been pushing away all the girls and guys in the school, telling them I didn't shower for days, I stank, I did this and all that messed up stuff.
For what?
Nothing.
"Go away, I don't have time to deal with you," I snapped back at Scott. His brows scrunched up and he pouted.
"No time for me?" His voice suddenly changed but it was all an act. "I don't think so, baby, I make the rules here." He tugged away my bag from me and handed it over to the boys who checked it.
"Nothing in here," One of the boys responded.
I continued to look straight into his burning eyes.
"My Mom didn't pack any snacks so could I have my bag back?" I questioned as I pulled out my hand. My Mom usually gave me a few chocolates and chips before she dropped me off to school. Even though I was eighteen, she didn't stop. It was an act of love but on certain days, she'd forget.
Scott backed away from me and asked one of his friends to spill all my books on the floor. Everything scattered in a snap of a moment. All the contents of my bag were soon on the floor.
I spat on his face and grabbed my bag before gathering my things that fell out.
"Oh, Brianna, since when did you start using those words?" Scott asked as he laughed along with his friends. I rolled my eyes and continued to grab my things from the floor. Once I was done, I got up and zipped up the bag. I hung it on my shoulders and walked away from Scott and his stupid group of friends.
It had been a couple of months now since I was going to this school but not once Scott showed any mercy. On the first day itself, he spilled chocolate milk over me as a welcoming party. I didn't know what kind of grudge he had against me. I had done nothing to harm him. I doubted he'd be harmed by anyone like me in the first place.
I sat alone in the cafeteria and ate my lunch while reading one of my books that I had bought with myself. It was an novel filled with forbidden scenes and stories. I loved reading these kinds of books as they made me feel different — only if I had someone to try out these things with.
A few minutes passed by in silence and tranquility but then he appeared in front of me.
"Always reading," Scott grabbed the book from my hands and I choked on my food. He couldn't read it as he'd bully me more if he knew what I was reading.
"Give it back to me!" I exclaimed as I yelled out for it but the other boys threw me back on the bench. Horror went through my body as I watched Scott read the book.
The smile from his face disappeared as his eyes quickly read the lines I had been reading a few minutes earlier. I swallowed hard and tried to reach for it again but the boys didn't let me take it.
"Oh!" He said with surprise. "Is that what you read, Brianna? And here I thought you'd be reading something knowledgeable."
I ripped away the book from his hand at once and packed my stuff all over again. The boys grinned and laughed at what Scott had told them.
"I never thought you were that kind of girl. Does mommy knows what her daughter has been reading?" He taunted while blocking me to leave the cafeteria. Thankfully, he wasn't loud so the other girls around me couldn't hear what he was saying. This was first-hand embarrassment and all I wanted to do was leave right away.
"Let me go," I pleaded as I got up again.
Their bulky bodies hovered over me and I slumped back down.
"Say please, daddy," Scott teased. It was the part I had been reading. The woman was calling her boyfriend daddy while he went to bed with her. It was just a kink a few women liked.
"No,"
"Then you aren't going anywhere,"
I slammed my lips shut and folded my hands across my chest. How was I going to get out of here now? The boys removed their cellphones and began to record. I wasn't going to call Scott daddy at any circumstances.
"Say it. You know you want too,"
"Go away."
"Not until you say the word, Brianna." He waited. "Come on, say it and I will let you go for the day."
My fists curled up with anger and my claws dug deep inside my flesh. I took in a deep breath before uttering the word he had been wanting to hear, "Please, daddy, let me go."
Scott backed away and allowed me to leave.

Chapter 2
I kicked my locker with my feet and leaned against it. What had I just done? Scott always got everything in his way. He was spoiled and rich with well-known parents that supported his manic behavior. Everything was under his fingers and yet, he still wanted to torment me.
As I got a hold of my self, I took out my next class books and walked inside. It was an English Literature class — one of my favorites. I took my seat in the corner of the room and continued to read the book while the rest of the class filled up. I wasn't going to stop reading just because someone found out what I was reading.
When our English teacher walked in, I closed my book and set it aside. The seat next to me was still empty as no one liked sitting beside the unusual girl. Just before Ms. Smith could start with her class, the door burst open and Scott walked in.
"You're late, Scott." The teacher said.
"I was in the washroom, Jesus." He grunted and walked inside. His eyes lingered around the class and then landed on me.
"Alright, take a seat and then we can get started." Ms. Smith said.
My heart skipped a beat as Scott took the seat beside mine. Why was he sitting next to me? What did he want to do now? Wasn't it enough for one day? Was he going to force out 'daddy' from me again? I pushed my book inside my bag so he couldn't see it.
The class started in a few. We were reading a short poem and describing the terms used. I stayed quiet the entire time as Scott was seated beside me. I didn't want to erupt in another conversation with him. While I was working on my notes, I felt something slid against my skirt. When I looked down, I found Scott's hand on my legs, caressing my thighs. My breathing hitched as I cocked my head to his direction.
What was he doing?
I couldn't say anything as the class was in a pin drop silence and even a single sound would turn heads towards me. I didn't want attention.
I tried to pull his hands away from my body but he kept a tight hold on my leg. The more I fought back, the higher he went and it stopped when he reached my panties.
Not there.
"Spread your legs for daddy," He whispered in my ear as his thumb rubbed circles around my panties. I gasped in surprise as something inside me rose. Submitting to Scott, I did it. It was getting hard to focus on the poem when his hand was inside me — literally.
"Mhm," He smirked as his fingers brushed against me, causing me to squirm with pleasure. I closed my eyes and bit my lips tightly as one of his thick fingers forced itself inside my tight opening.
"So tight," I heard him mumble under his breath. I wrapped my hand around his wrist as his thumb rubbed my private part. Shivers of ecstasy ran down my spine as my thighs clenched around his hand. My moisture beaded around his finger as he pulled out and then pushed it back inside.
I gripped onto the wooden table and tried my best to maintain my control but I wasn't sure how much longer I could.
"Alright. Times up! We are going to discuss about the poem now." The teacher stood up from her desk and said. Panic welled in my throat as I watched her walk around the class. Scott's fingers were still inside me and he had no intention of moving them away. "Brianna...what does the line 'and tho shall be the rebel of the lands' mean?" she snapped her attention at me and asked.
A small gasp escaped my throat as I raised my head. Everyone's eyes were on me whilst Scott's finger was inside me. Nothing came out of me.
"Brianna?" Ms. Smith said. "Everything okay? Is Scott disturbing you?" she asked with concern. The teachers were aware of how Scott treated me—but they didn't know what he was doing now.
"Yes, yes, everything is okay. I just...don't understand the line."
"Alright. Not a problem!" Ms. Smith looked at another girl and asked her the question.
I sighed with relief and pushed down my skirt to cover up the wet mess that had formed in a few minutes.
As soon as the class ended, Scott grabbed my wrist and dragged me to an empty classroom. My body shuddered with fear as I clutched onto my textbooks tightly. What was he going to do with me now? It was too much for a day. He needed to stop.
"I have my math's class...I've to go," I stuttered.
Scott pushed me inside the empty classroom. He pulled the blinds down and then locked the door. My heart was almost at my throat, pounding with fear and desire.
"Oh, baby, you are going to fix something before you leave from this room." He stated.
I didn't understand what he meant until I didn't look down at his jeans.
"I didn't do that!" I quickly exclaimed.
"Yes, you did so turn around and show me your pretty little thing." He ordered as he got closer to me. I gulped down and backed away from him.
What?
I fought back with the urge but eventually gave in, "Here?"
"Where else?" He turned me around and pushed my body against the wooden table. He raised my skirt and then pulled my panties away.
"Red? Nice choice. Who were you impressing?" His tone deepened as he asked.
"No one," I replied back. His palm landed on my body and I squirmed with the throbbing sensation running down my legs. What was he doing to me? I looked back and found Scott unzipping his pants — as soon as his pants were off, that of him sprang out mercilessly and it was terribly large and hard.
"That's not going fit inside me," My eyes were still widened with his size. I had never seen a real one in my life, only in movies.
"Don't worry, I will make sure it fits."
"Oh god." I breathed out heavily while rubbing my clit with my fingers. This was no finger or dildo inside me. There was a pinch of pain as Scott entered me halfway. I winced and moved my hips eagerly, taking more of his girth inside me. My insides felt as if they were being completely stretched out — to an extent that I didn't even imagine.
With a final thrust, he was completely inside me.
"Brianna." He grabbed my hair and our bodies touched against each other.
"Do it." I screamed out of pleasure with every thrust. That was ruthless just as him — driving me completely crazy.
"You wanted this, hum? It fills you up,"
"Yes, yes,"
“Yes what?”
"Yes, daddy."

❤️❤️❤️Book Title:Submitting To The Bully

Top 3 Ad Creative of iReader-Story, Novel & E-book

Ad Details ：

Headline ：Le Quieres Mucho sin Saber Que Te Ame

Text ：ireader

Basic Info of Top 3 Ad Creative

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