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1. Basic Information of Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions

App Name : Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions

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OS : Android

Network : Audience Network,Instagram,Messenger

Developer : WoNovel

Publisher : Instagram,Facebook,Campanadas Año Nuevo 2021,لكل داء دواء‎,LibriVox Audio Books Free,Aircraft-A&P Powerplant

Total creative ads during the time period : 717

Duration : 171

Popularity : 51,332

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2. Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions’s Competitive Intelligence

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Trend of Category

There are many types of creatives. We mainly analyze the trend of the ad creative category of Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions in the recent period. As of 2021-03-15, among the Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions‘s ad creative, the Html category's proportion is 0.0%, Video category's proportion is 49.09%, Playable Ads category's proportion is 0.0%, Image category's proportion is 50.91%, 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, Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions's the proportion of networks impressions are placed like this:

Facebook's proportion is 25.11%,

Audience Network's proportion is 24.96%,

Instagram's proportion is 24.96%,

Messenger's proportion is 24.96%,

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In the date of 2021-03-15, Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions‘s network with the most ads is Audience Network and its proportion is 25.45%.

3. Top 3 Ad Creative Analysis of Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions

This is the detailed information of the top three ad creatives with the best performance among all ad creatives of Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions. We can see some advertising trends.

Top 1 Ad Creative of Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions

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Text ：“Come on, Ronald! Could you be any slower?”Ruby Weasley dragged her twin brother; Ronald Weasley, through the busy crowd of Diagon Alley.Ruby was born seven minutes before Ron, which made her the oldest twin. She constantly teased Ron about
being older than him; it annoyed Ron every time,which gave her satisfaction. Ruby was not like Ron; she was self-preservation and cunning while Ron doesn't think of the consequences of his actions and was less skillful than Ruby. Ruby was bright for her age; she takes in information quickly, but this sort of intelligent
caused her to be presumptuous at times. She was protective of the people she cared for, especially for her family.
Ron groaned under his breath as he attempted to keep up with her, “Why are we in a rush again?” He asked
“To get my wand!” Ruby answered, almost bumping into a wizard in the process.
“It's not fair, why do you get a wand and I have to use Charles's.” Ron complained.
“Because I tried using Bill's wand and I almost burnt the house down.”
Ron quietly chuckled, “oh yeah...”
Ruby rolled her eyes in response.
Ron suddenly stopped, which caused Ruby to stumbled, she looked back and saw Ron's
face pressed up against a glass window. He was admiring a broom.
“Ruby, look! It's the Nimbus 2000!” Ron exclaimed.
Ruby rolled her eyes and then continued her journey to Ollivander's. She was excited to get her
wand; the wand is the most important tool for a witch and a wizard. It helped them cast spells,
make potions, and you can learn a lot about a person by their wand.
“Hey, wait up!” Ron shouted when he noticed his twin was not by his side, he caught up beside
her. “I thought you would've gotten excited about that.”
Ruby was a huge fan of Quidditch and hoped to try out for Chaser when she attends Hogwarts.
When she was seven, she already knew how to ride a broom. She would play Quidditch with
Ron and her other brothers; Fred and George. Fred and George were beaters on the Gryffindor
team. They told her they will put in good words about her to the captain of the quidditch team,
they are making sure Ruby will be on the team when she attends Hogwarts.
“I am, it's just I want my wand," Ruby said.
They finally got to Ollivanders,
“maybe you should go by yourself.” Ron said, “I'll wait for you at the ice cream shop.”Ruby nodded, “Okay.”
Ruby entered the store, as soon she stepped in, she sneezed. It was stuffy in the store and dark too.
“Bless you,” said a voice.
Ruby looked in direction of the voice, she faced the light blonde hair boy who looked around her age.
She smiled, “thank you.”
“You're welcome” he replied with a smile.
“Draco,” an older man with long blonde hair; who shared similar features with the boy, called out. He wore an unpleasant frown on his face, “let's go.”
Ruby moved to the side for the boy and the man, the boy smiled at her when he walked
passed her, she lightly blushed.
Ruby walked to the empty front desk. She looked around her surroundings and then felt
overwhelmed. There were shelves filled with wand boxes. Despite the dark environment, the store gave off a welcoming feel. Ruby went on her toes to ring the bell on the front desk. An old man with wide and pale eyes appeared from nowhere. Ruby jumped a bit in surprise as she stared at the man who she knew was Ollivander.
Ollivander smiled when he saw her.
“Oh joy, another Weasley,” he said.
Ollivander walked to one of the shelves at the back and picked out a wand box. He walked back to the front desk and then opened the box to give her the wand. The wand Ruby held was long, white, and with golden designs. It was pretty.
“Give it a go,” Ollivander urged her.
Ruby took a deep breath. She felt a bit pressured. She waved the wand and the flame of a nearby lantern violently grew,
“sorry!” She quickly shouted.
Ollivander waved his wand to reduce the size of the flame,
“obviously not that one. You are advance for that wand.” Ollivander took the wand from Ruby returning it to its case.
He returned to the back of the store again and picked out another box and returned.
“Maybe this one,” he gave her a dark wood wand, probably ten or eleven inches, the core of the wand had a silver lining.
She held it and it was uncomfortable to hold, but she shrugged it off. She waved it and then soon she and Ollivander heard thunder above. It started to rain heavily in the store, Ollivander stopped it,
“nope not that one, can't control its power.” Ollivander took the wand from her, “you're quite difficult Miss Weasley, but I think I have a wand that might suit you.”He climbed on a ladder and took out another box.
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Top 2 Ad Creative of Wonovel-Read Romantic Fictions

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Text ：The injection for today is over seems like they saw that my body can't take more than a specific amount of Wolfsbane.
Welcome to the laboratory or more like dungeon of the Redmoon pack, this pack is known for their high knowledge and advanced technology. They are specialists in torture methods, because of their reputation no rogue has the guts to come near their territory.

Which doesn't really come in the favour of the scientists who don't get any new test objects.

But they found their way around their little problem. Which killed two birds with one stone, they suggested a trade with other packs to strengthen the solidarity between them. A way to seem less harmless with their reputation.

They help the packs with rogues with the simple price of taking them for their experiments.

Word got around and some people started to hunt rouges to then sell them to the Redmoon pack....some even betray pack members and sell them for money.
I'm T.O No.

T.O stands fo Test Object.

When I first came here the 'prisoners' asked me about my name, a girl gave me the advice to never forget my name, this will be the only thing that will keep me sane they said, so I wrote it in the stone wall where no one could see it.

At first I underestimated how bad it could get for me to even forget my own name, after the first day here I quickly learned what she meant.

That day was also the day I understood why the Redmoon pack had the reputation they had. It is not far fetched to say that even other packs would begin to pity the rogues that they hand over.

The girl who gave me the advice was Nr. 50 . She forgot her name a week after she arrived, the only thing that kept her sane was her thoughts for her sister who didn't get caught.

She died 3 weeks later which was more than most girls here.

Let me familiarize you with the test and torture methods they test on us.

Nr.49 is a middle aged man who gave me an idea about the variety of torture methods and experiments. They create potions for their own pack but also gain profit by supplying other packs with regeneration potion and other medicine related products.

How they develop those is where we come and help out. They inject it to see if it has any side effects, how fast the regeneration is by cutting off their fingers or limbs. They try this with other factors in play such as wolsbane and silver, both are toxic and usually slow down werewolves' natural regeneration.

They play games each time they come, at first they are friendly, state your data and then the fun usually begins, it is a small routine to maybe keep from losing my mind. At leats I know I am 19 years old but again this could be wrong, my memory is hazy so I can't tell if they are lying.
I'm here for more than a year now.

I am the only person who had survive for this long in this hell hole, it's not suprising if something they injected me helped me survive this year.
It seems that my long survival made me their favourite toy.

Todays' wolfsbane injection was more than the double of last time, I think they finally understood that wolfsbane doesn't affect me as bad as normal werewolves, it does keep me from communicating with my wolf who I didn't talk to since I arrived here, but it doesn't have any effect on my body.

Clack..

The metal gate opened...the hour ended they are coming again.

"How are you Nr.56, feeling good ?" Brad asked.

You can practically see the sarcasm dripping from his words.

Hey, after a year of torture I should at least know my torturer.

What suprises me that I almost forget my own name at the end of the day but never forget their names.

Brad. Tom. Zack.

These three are regulars.

"The wolfsbane seems like it doesn't have an effect on you, so let's see if silver knifes with Wolfsbane do." Pleased with his idea Tom grinned at me.

They are 45 knifes. You wonder how I know ?
I've been here for more than a year to know how many knifes they have for me.
And it's not like they don't know that these knifes also doesn't have any special effect on me its like a normal knife to me.

1.Brad throws the first one, it lands on my left thigh. I can't do anything about it. I'm chained on the wall. No escape. Blood drips down slowly making a small puddle on the floor.

2."You worthless " Tom whispers in my ear before he rams the knife forcefully in my stomach. A burning sensation spreads through my body my empty stomach couldn't handle this stab. I waited till he was a good meter away and started to cough blood, I did the mistake once and stained their smocks with blood, it wasn't a good day.

3.Zack comes near my face "Hope you enjoy the pain sweetheart"
"I love your pain distorted face" he laughs before he stabs the knife in my left thigh the same place Brad did. Two knifes in one wound. My leg feels like it's ripping apart. I look down blood is all I can see.

This continues for hours sometimes they would stop for a while to admire their work and continue. I can't even fall unconscious, they gave me something to keep me awake.

The way they can stab me with 45 knife without killing me is impressive. They had plenty of time to figure out how.

"Nr.56 that was it for today we would gladly stay but you are not the only one who needs our treatment " Brad said with fake regret.

They look like they had a good day, it's not even midnight and they're leaving.

The drink they gave me seems like it's wearing off because I feel sleep overcoming me.

The omega named Jenn is here for this week's cleaning, she's really sweet. She doesn't spit on me or calls me names, she just looks straight at the ground, cleaning my dry blood. Her face cringes at the sight of the blood covered ground, I guess she is sensitive towards anything bloody, hence she doesn't look at my stabbed figure. The knifes from yesterday are still in me.

My wounds can't heal probably but that was their objective after all.

Poor Omega, she has the duty for to clean me which includes the weapons that are still me buried in my body.

Jenn is nice.

Even thought she can't stand the sight of blood she alwats looks directly in my eyes while taking the knifes out, it was like her big hazel eyes were asking for permission each time she took a knife out. I glanced down at her bruises, her forearm was purple and blue. Her legs had similar bruises. I thought they would treat their pack members better than us.

She is the first person who looked at me as an equal, as a rogue even omegas usually look down on us, even more so that we are locked down here.

I want to help her.

It sound like a joke coming from someone who probably has it worse than her.

Once a month they let out of my chains, nice of them right?

NO.

Yes they unleash me. I call it my day off.

Because they literally turn me off. In both ways.

They give me an unhealthy dose of anesthetics to make sure that I don't plot anything. In the past year my body embraced the amount of sedative I was given each moth, it doesn't affect me like the first time. The first time I lost my consciousness for 2 days, that's what they told me after I woke up. The torture that day still makes me shiver remembering it.

With that in mind I have a plan, but I need one thing.

1. A silver knife ( a dagger would also do)

It has to be silver since its damage doesn't heal as fast for werewolf and can possibly kill one if the wound is fatal enough.

I looked down at the messy dark blonde head of hair, Jenn is still here. She had to wile the floor again because the blood from the knifes splattered on the ground.

Now or never.

"Can you..help me with something?" My voice was hoarse like a whisper.

Her head snapped to me, her hazel eyes wide in surprise, I normally don't talk to anyone not even when they torture me. Talking means making an effort something that costs energy.
She composed herself and nodded without a second thought.

She really is a kind girl.

"Can you give me a knife ?" My voice coming out clearer than before.

"How should I give it to you ? You are chained" I looked at her a little perplexed.
Without questioning?

I guessed that she was kind, but naive?

"Why?" I know it's dumb to ask. She is either willing to do it or she was curious what I wanted with it.

She was silent, not uttering a word.
Her warm hazel eyes had something within them that I couldn't quite grasp.

"If I can help sombody why not?" She looked at me like it's the most obvious.

A small chuckle escaped my lips. So she is a bit naive, I doubt omegas usually survive by being naive, she might not have been one for long or someone is sheltering her. Something in her gaze is telling me she knows it too.

I like her.
"Starting from the brick under me, 11 to the left from there 4 right. You should be able to lift that brick put the knife in the hole and close it"

She did everything and left. I thanked her.

Now I have to wait until they unleash me.

And drug me...

I don't know when they give me my 'day off', but it should be soon.

************

..Clack
The gate. Someone is coming.

The steps. It's just one person. Is luck finally by my side and today is my 'day off'?

The door is slowly opening. I internally rolled my eyes at the power seeping out of every step. It was a proud display of dominance.

The Alpha is gracing me with his presence, I never thought that day would come. I can feel his powerful aura coming closer. With steady steps he approached me I felt his heavy gaze fixated on me.
I didn't dare to look up. I am only here to be out of here.
I don't need to make problems.
The reputation of the Redmoon pack isn't the only reason rogues piss their pants by just the thought of them. An Alpha has to live up to his pack's reputation don't you think? The Alpha of the Redmoon pack a man who loves to be feared, making his pack a home for torture.

"Look up rogue"

His voice forces a shudder down my spine. His voice colder than ice, his Alpha tone forced me to look up into his blue eyes he glares back into mine.

He looked at me suprised, his eyes wide.

Am I such a beauty? I feel honored.

Then with confusion and furrowed brows. I took my time to take in his appearance, he had light curly dark blonde hair, a tall frame around 6 feet. His face is.....unpleasant.

I mean his face remindes me about someone unpleasant, he doesn't look bad his face was what you would consider handsome but something in me wants to puke for thinking that.

...? What?

"What's your name?" This question wasn't a command but still demanding.

His stare was still cold but something about his eyes gave me....comfort.
I didn't let his change of behaviour confuse me. I coughed at first to bring my hoarse voice to operate and produce a sound.
"No.56" my tone nonchalant.

"Your actual name" he demanded impatiently .

"What are you talking about ?" I asked him making a confused face. He doesn't have to know that I still know my name.

He huffed in annoyance, grumbling under his breath. He noticed that it wouldn't bring anything to ask me further and left.

I heard voices outside. After half an hour a person came in. He had a mask on. Maybe luck is on my side after all because Bob is here.

The world is saved because Bob is here

His name isn't actually Bob, I named him since he is the one and only person who gives me my 'day off'. He always wears a mask so I don't know how he looks, the only way I know it's him is because he always wears the same clothes He never fails to come with his hoody jacket and ripped jeans.

He closes the door. His bag is clinking with every step he's taking. He stopped right in front of me and started to take his things out.

He began to insert the needle in my arm, I feel the familiar sting. I let my head dangle to make it seem that I'm losing consciousness. That hit hard at first but now it can only make me dizzy.

My eyes were closed shut, soon I heard the door close too.

Let's unfold my plan.

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Text ：After all the huffing and puffing, I finally held the most precious girl in my arms. My daughter Alina Mercedes.
Her soft heartbeat and her breathing brought me joy; every mothers joy. The satisfaction of knowing our little ones are healthy and breathing.

I gazed down at her flawless skin. Just like mine glowing with weariness, but she seemed to be more content than I was. Eyes shut and soft hands gently squeezing onto my pinkie finger. My eyes watered at the sight.

Alina still lay sleeping in my arms with the occasional noise. The little squeak she made every time made my heart flutter with happiness.
Even as a baby she was aware of her surroundings. She hated to wake up to the blinding light of the hospital. She learnt to keep her eyes shut when the light was on since it irritated her eyes.
Her eyes were never revealed much in daylight or any other time of day, which made me sigh with relief. Because looking back into them green eyes brought back the haunting memory of the past.
But right now that all didn't matter to me, just the beautiful girl resting in my arms mattered.

My stomach churned with disgust and my heart clenched with fear from the memory. Clenching my eyes shut I refused to cry. I wasn't going to let them ruin my life anymore or hers.

Staring down at her peaceful face I lay a gentle kiss on her forehead.Her golden brown curly hair were disheveled from the sleep, which I unconsciously smoothed out lightly.
She reminded me so much of my father, her features were very exotic and sharp.
She inherited a lot of my fathers physical traits which brought back his memory's, the smile couldn't be kept off my face as I remembered him. Being his child I hadn't inherited the nice golden tan skin,or the curly hair. Instead I got my mothers fair skin, and straight brown hair.

Thinking back to my father and his gentle nature just made me think about how amazing of a dad he had been; so full of love and joy. He had been only person who gave me the guidance I needed and the love that every child needed.
But when the day struck of his death everything he taught me died with him. Every memory I had with him was lost for good. Or was it me blocking him out?
The teachings about staying true to myself had died shortly after his death. The teaching of standing up for yourself that had also gradually been taken away from me and last of all following your dream; the speech of Martin Luther king was lost gone with my soul.

Who was I?
A single mother, jobless and without a family.

Maybe everyone was right I was nothing just a waste of space.

I shook my head erasing the long speeches everyone gave me about my downfall. I clenched my fist out of anger. But I recoiled back from my fury.

My heart began to ache and I felt stupid that I couldn't control my emotions.
A gentle nudge brought me back to reality. In my arms my little girl began to stir, her eyelids began flickering open. She opened them finally looking into my eyes. Her piercing green eyes were staring into mine. Just like Adam's they held power but hers looked up at me with love. As though she depended on me. I finally realised that I wasn't worthless.

I am something now; I'm a proud mother holding the most precious gift life has ever given me since my father's death.11
I have done it all alone with no one helping me. I have survived without any help. I'm a strong, independent women that's what I am.
Yes Adam I'm not worthless anymore, I'm worth more than you will ever be.
My heavy heart found it hard to believe what I was thinking. I wanted to believe I was strong but deep down I knew I was weak. But I had to become strong not for me, but for her.

"Hello sweetie" my voice was soft and laced with emotions dwelling from the past. Looking at her made my eyes burn with unshed tears.
When words were heard her tiny hand took a hold of my pinkie in a tight grip. Her strength made me giggle. She seemed to be stronger than me.

But today was my last day getting comfort, warmth and real food since I had been kicked out from my old pack. I have to do something quick before anything could turn ugly. I had to find a job and better place to live. Not in the neighbourhood I have currently been living in. It was no place to raise a child.

I leaned in kissing the side of her cheeks cuddling her closer to me. I need to start a fresh life, I need to forget my past and think about my future. I looked back down to see Alina looking up at me. She didn't hold much emotions since she was only 3 days old. But what I did see was hope.
Hope for a better life.

9 month ago

My mother was a drunken alcoholic but, also a major drug addict and worthless women might I add.

After my father's death she became into some type of psychotic mother. Sympathy was all she wanted and it was all she received. Her hate for me begun because my sympathy for my mother was never there.
I lost my best friend, my father where was my sympathy? Who consoled me? No one. After his death I lost sympathy for my mother. She never bothered to ask me how I felt. Instead her mourning was taken to a whole new level.

I know losing a mate is hard but many people who had lost theirs coped in a way many would.
She would verbally and physically abu me. Yes only me, not my brother or my sister just me, little old Mariah. I never fought back because one thing my father taught me was respect, and that has always stuck with me.

"Mum I have school, I'm going to be late" hatred crossed her face, no emotions just pure anger. She launched her clumsy fist into my face. I let a tear trickle down my cheek, just one no more than that.
She has always done this to me since I was 13. I should be use to it now some would say after 3 years of pure torture. But guess not. Pain is always pain; you can never get use to it.

"You will do as I say you little piece of s. Sometimes I question myself if you even are my daughter. Look at you dressing as if your homeless. You look fat and ugly. Two things I despite. You should just disappear just like your dad did." she hadn't realised what she had said then it struck her pain and grief was overwhelming her because of her comment.
I received another dreadful punch to my stomach, this time I didn't groan in pain because of the amount of clothing I have underneath. Instead I looked into my 'mothers' eyes the guilt was evident and so was her stubbornness. She wasn't going to apologise she was too stubborn to do so.

"See what you make me say about the man I loved. Just disappear, will you." She screeched while heaving her body upstairs.

My sister and brother have always hated me to and they never have a reason for it to I think it was mainly due to the reason that my father left me most of his inheritance.
But thinking of my own flesh and blood hate me is the most dreadful feeling in the world. But it's more horrible when your mate doesn't even want to look at your face or even acknowledge your existence. It's painful but its life, I have to move past it.

But I couldn't when every time he spends time with me. When we're both alone together I get to see the emotional, genuine sweet side of him, but when he's around his crowd his whole personality changes. He treats me like dirt.

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